Country Living

Cottonwood and royal pine, majestic oak and fields of wheat All you hear are birds, and the pitter patter of little feet The smell of lilac fills the air, dirt roads far as one can see Just beware of certain flowers and the stinging bumble bee A cornucopia to run and play, safe and free from harm There is no place I would rather be, than right here on this farm This is my sanctuary, so many often wonder why I’ll always love the country, it’s where I live and where I’ll die I am thankful of this piece of ground, and all that I can see Our life is what we make it, don’t let regret take hold of thee August 17, 2020