Life On the Farm

Looking up through the swaying trees, I feel a gentle breeze___across the meadows the grass moves to and fro, like a bird in a window singing a song heard and not heard but is singing long. A smoking chimney, the smell of burning wood, ashes to tote, and soot to clean, its the way on the farm that goes unseen. Unnoticed hands at work, cows to feed, hay to bale and beef to jerk. Wood to cut, fences to mend, garden to grow, cows to milk, supper is on the stove. Country life with no time to play, its the way of a farmer as he breaks for the day. Sitting in the swing under a lonely oak tree, life on a farm, hard work but peace. The days are long and quiet but work must endure, life on the farm is steady and sure. Sunday morning full of grace, a simple life and I will be ok____red birds on the fence, chickens scratching around, country life on a farm is what life is all about.