Waking Up Country
Waking up country
puts a smile on my face as
the golden sun tells me it is daylight,
my eyes open to its glorious sight.
Waking up country
is an open kitchen window dressed with
red and white gingham curtains flowing
with a breeze who insists on ablowing.
Waking up country
is a walk through the fields watching
the monarch butterflies fly here and there,
landing on flowers everywhere.
Waking up country
are the cows scattered along the hill,
munching away or lying around,
content and not making a sound.
Waking up country
gives feelings of continous joy
as the wild birds stop at their feeder
pecking away at the suet seeder.
Waking up country
means hanging laundry on the line
with wooden clothespins grasping on tight
in case a strong wind wants to fight.
Waking up country
is a blissful dream since getting
away from a conjested and dirty city,
which is not considered pretty.
Waking up country
is visiting with neighbors over the fence,
chatting away at least once a day,
discussing how many eggs our hens lay.
Waking up country
is a blessing of a lifetime,
so grateful that this pace is slower
and that there is time to push the lawn mower.
Copyright © Sonia Walker | Year Posted 2020
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