The Farmhouse
The farmhouse sits at the end of the gravel driveway
The red curtains wave in the open window,
Moving perfectly with the late spring breeze
The trees surround the home like a backsplash
A forest of light and dark greens
A small rabbit hops by the front door,
Curious of what is going on inside
The large white wrap around porch,
Covered in brown whickered furniture
The sky is a light blue hue
There is not a single cloud in the sky
A cow in the pasture moo's in the distance
The day is peaceful
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