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
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