Country Breeze

The piercing sound of a roosters crow Wakes me from a sound slumber. I quietly stumble out of bed I walk to the bay window and glance out Into the corn fields. What a beautiful day. I thought as I hastily put on my clothes A bright, sunny, warm day I walk out on the front porch Where mom and I had played games The night before The warm crisp summery breeze brushes By me. The sun casts its radiant light on my Flushed cheeks And casts its shadows on the old red barn I catch a whiff of a sun kissed watermelon Still on the vine. Off in the distance I hear the dull wale of a herd of cows Chuck our old German Shepard lazily strolls by And settles down on a pile of hay dad had raked Next to the house a few weeks back Tired I suppose from chasing birds. What a peaceful day it is out here in the country