God and His Country Air
verdant grasses in a gorgeous April meadow
dew fresh on delicate apple tree blossoms
red buds parade their mystical prettiness
refreshing country air which rejuvenates and revives
daybreak's shy glances peek over the hills
barn standing in as a witness for five generations
dainty daffodils sprinkled with purple violets
a fabulous day for a bit of pond fishing
bluegills and bass will be biting
handsome farmer stares at the glowering sun
appreciating God's fresh new day
loving the canvas of his verdant meadow
he can smell the warm flapjacks now
his wife waves through the kitchen window
he waves back, so glad she is his!
no hurry to get inside,
loving the April meadow,
his overalls itch to head toward the pond
after our chores, he thinks
Taking another long breath of God's country air
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