A Country Visit
My heart so remembers my country days,
Those good old times of such a lasting joy,
When picnics and treks out in the woods,
Meant so much fun for every girl and boy.
Always there, are the tall broad oak trees,
The rushing brook here was so refreshing,
Well away from bustling city life, the crowds,
All those Loud noises, all to be so pressing.
Spotted milk cows in a green pasture, wide,
Old Ben the mule, goats and chickens, abide.
A rooster's morning call, waking one and all,
The welcomed dawning sun so does enthral.
The country air clear, to be so crisp and clean,
Where wild birds fly and brown deer are seen.
This place to make one feel so alive, so grand,
The sun, its playful shadows, all across the land.
Sometimes my thoughts run back to the country,
That very special place, where I was once born.
When worries and stresses of life, get me down,
Then to visit my memories, not feeling so forlorn.
There are wide open spaces out in the countryside,
Room for every creature, a home upon this earth,
There are no cement or asphalt roadways, city-wide,
A place where anyone has a rest of greatest worth.
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