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
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