It's grass being grown
Hay being hauled
Campfire in the evening light
It's cows in the field
Fresh garden yield
Fireflies in the night
It's the country life
Old dirt roads
Leading to adventure untold
While we jump in our trucks and ride
Catching chickens by hand
City folks just don't understand
How one could love this kind of life
It's the country life
It's fishing in the lake
Biscuits that are homemade
Homemade ice cream on a hot summer night
It's the country life
Old dirt roads
Leading to adventure untold
While we jump in our trucks and ride
Catching chickens by hand
City folks just don't understand
How one could love this kind of life
It's the country life
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Yes indeed. Good write Tony
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It’s a good life in the farm. So glad I was sent to the countryside every time school was not in session.
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Oh, but this is so very, very beautifully rendered with nigh exquisite imagery for the tantalizing poignancy waltzing throughout. Thank you very much for sharing, I love it!!!
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I've always lived in or near "the country". Wonderful write, Tony! ❤️🙏
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You’re welcome.
You may be right that city folk don't understand but I have lived this life and it is different but most wonderful. A great write Tony
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It's a fine life T!
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As they say it is born in your blood, lovely read
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You are very welcome
Yes country life what is not to love.Fresh air and green everywhere.Great positive poem
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Wonderful words Tony, the beauty and wonder of the countryside is wonderful.
Andy
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