Preference For a Farm
Up from the morning’s creeping mist
the newborn day appeared
and in the briskness of the dawn
the killer hawk we feared
The pumpkin wet with sunrise dew
Reflected the light’s raze
Shinning, round and brimming new
A jewel among the haze
The autumn morn moved slowly on
Until the noon was bold
And warmth was here to dote upon
with night's approaching cold
The city lights behind the hills
beckoned the bold and brave
seeking thrills and new frontiers
escaping the nearing grave
Oh, quiet farm soft hid beyond
your peaceful autumn yearns
to teach the dreams of youthful fawn
and nature’s ways to learn.
12/30/2022
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Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2022
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