Plain Old Country Boy
Plain Old Country Boy
Steve L. Siegel
August, 2015
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I like the smell of clean washed clothes
Hanging on the line, the sound of my blue faded shirts
Snapping in the wind, my sun-bleached blue jeans
All flapping against the bright blue skies.
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To wake up with a breeze of an early morning breakfast
On the front porch, the sighting of buck and a doe feeding
In the back of the meadow make my heart race
To be a part of such wonders; I must be living right.
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The beauty of Canadian thistles with a smell of mint
Along the stream bed makes for a beautiful song
Gods little fireflies light up twinkling lights of this night
My dog walking close beside me the sad sound of a meadowlark.
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What I think I like most of all, is the quiet just before a storm
Right before mother nature tries her best to tear the sky apart with
A firework display of all her own then wind dies down and frogs
With the crickets and with clean fresh smell of earth, tries put me to sleep.
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Yep I guess I am just a plain old country boy
That not a bad life, where else would I get to
See things grow and then sway in the wind
Nope, It is not a bad life being an old country boy.
Copyright © Steven Siegel | Year Posted 2015
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