A Farmhouse Melody

Quiet pastures, where sun befalls.

After a morning rain, when roosters call.

Cardinals dance & bluebirds sing.

Sun arises from the front porch swing.

On hills, red barns rest from heat.

Horses eat, drink, gallop, & leap.

Fish splash & sink, in the warm pond deep.

Chickens chuckle & graze,

Enjoying the springtime phase.

Apples, strawberries, cherries, & blueberries.

Fruit abounds.

Children collect them by the pound.

Pioneers cut trees & build forts.

Boys wear shorts & play sports.

Through grass & wheat,

Kids laugh, run free,

Wearing no shoes, only their feet.

Mother calls, “It’s time for dinner!”

“5 more minutes!” They plead.

“Come on in, I made sweet tea!”

Horses walk home, to shelter stable.

Family’s gather at the kitchen table.

Awe’s his grin, on the young boy’s face.

A feast prepared, “we can’t wait!”

"Will you my friend, please say grace?"

The long day ends, night begins.

Stars awake, each set-in place.

The sky whereof, comets race.

In high heavens above, outer space.

At last, rest is here.

Shut, are eyes & ears.

The fireplace crackles in peace.

Tick, tick, tick,

Four blades apiece,

The ceiling fan spins,

& blows cool wind.

Sound asleep,

The dreamer plays the key,

In this farmhouse melody.