Pleasant
Pleasant trees
and
country fields
all around as I drive through
Clear bright sky
beauty in my eye
Every scent and touch for me
There are no pollutions of noise
Just a playground for young teenage girls and boys
A vast array of today and tomorrow at play
Mountain side which cannot hide
A vegetable patch or a garden filling me which such pride
Turkeys and the similiar chicken
Farmers guide them with careful precision
The sun above is radiating glow
I like to sit and watch everyday continue to grow
Copyright © Michael Rogers | Year Posted 2006
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