soft
blurry
greens
yellows
browns
make this country what it is
an orange tractor
paused at the side
of the dirt road
with chipped paint
and dusty wheels
makes these people who they are
the little hands which so tightly grip the sides of the tractor
the careless way in which she sits atop it
the awareness in her mind of what the tractor stands for
the knowledge in her heart of the meaning of what lies behind her
and the way in which her eyes dare the world to tell her any different
make this child who she is
This one gave me goosebumps.