Norman Rockwell Scene
I had to stop the car
to take another look.
It could have been a page
from Norman Rockwell’s book.
A farmhouse painted white,
a porch with rocking chairs,
chickens in the barnyard
scratching for their fare.
Tousled red-haired boy
freckled face and all
chasing yellow puppy
running with his ball.
Tiny girl in pinafore
blond curly hair in bows
sitting on the porch steps,
dolls all set in rows.
Mother at the clothesline
hanging sheets with pins.
You almost see them flapping
and snapping in the wind.
In fenced-in field adjoining,
a mare with new-born foal,
white blaze upon her forehead,
takes a morning stroll.
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