Summersounds68

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

monarch butterflies fly here and there,

landing on flowers everywhere. 

 

Waking up country 

are cows scattered throughout the hill,

munching away or lying around, 

content and not making a sound. 

 

Waking up country 

are feelings of continuous joy 

as the wild birds stop at the 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 congested and dirty city 

which is not considered pretty . 

 

Waking up country 

is a blessing of a lifetime, 

so grateful that this pace is slower,

and there is time to push the lawn mower.

 

 

 

 

 

Comments1

  • Summersounds68

    I encourage comments. Thank you.



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