Country Living
Country living, casual, comfortable, mashed potatoes,
Meat loaf, corn on the cob, and plenty of butter, oozing
Gardens are blooming with vegetables, tasty and fresh,
Succulent tastes popping out in unexpectedly wonderful ways,
Barnyard cats are squatting behind bushes waiting for
Blue and red birdsongs to swoop in, catching a gray wren.
A welcoming porch sits waiting, warmed by the sun, admiring
The gardener in the over-sized straw hat.
She bides her time, knowing she will be more popular after supper.
Aromatic lilacs wafting scents in from the side porch,
Butterflies flit amongst the Rose of Sharons
Robin chases cardinal away from the feeder,
thinking she has had a long enough turn.
Blue jay makes his move. I look into the sun for a second;
wondering what she is thinking.
Perhaps she is admiring my gorgeous yard.
Other people vacation at resorts.
I stay here. Country living.
Nothing prettier or more
Delightful.
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