The penchant for a farmhouse road
Of sylvan home and cobblestone
In countryside a dream abode
To see them birds, the miles they‘ve flown
The smell of earth as rain fall
That whiff of air, a smokeless affair
The green corn fields and the eucalyptus tall
Incense my soul over the vast hectare
The little creek by the old mill
Where golden fish swim without fear
Those pelted stones from a nearby hill
Hope the fish did swim clear
The virgin butter churned in earthenware
Ripe carrots and turnips with earthy scent
The approaching dawn as cattle stand and stare
And such is how the day’s proceedings went
Thoughts so fresh I still remember
At night the open sky, bright stars, such sights
The soft breeze lulls me to slumber
Tucked away from the city lights