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
The sun casts its radiant light on my
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