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.