As I stand upon this hill,
Surrounded by degrees.
Three sixty, if you will..
Minus wind, plus some C's.
I see field bins shining bright,
And headers cutting rows.
Dust hovering in mid flight,
Full trucks crawl, oh so slow.
I see sheep beneath the trees.
Their stomachs full, bellies round.
Waiting out the evening breeze,
'fore they walk that stubble down.
I see birds soaring high,
Swooping down on fact, not hunch.
Nailing unsuspecting mice,
Snatching up their fill of lunch.
I see clear blue, dots of white,
Golden rays, and hazy waves
Of heat beating down til night.
A cool breeze ends summer days.
I feel pride in this wide view,
My heart filled with joy, I smile.
For I love this, just as you.
The charms of a country lifestyle.
Lovely poem Emily. You capture the essence of the rural life so well.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy reading your posts. Always insightful, and honest.
Thanks so much :) I hope you continue to enjoy!
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