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 Take Me There' Contest Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico