Plain Old Country Boy

Plain Old Country Boy Steve L. Siegel August, 2015 -:- 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. -:- 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. -:- 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. -:- 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. -;- 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.