It matters not where a country yard may be.
It feels like home to me.

You can hear the soft sound of crickets, locusts and such.
The little critters that live in the thickets are soft to the touch.

How wonderful the smell of the flowers, grass, and plants are to the nose.
In a shaded bower, you can take a doze.

If you close your eyes and be very still,
Off in the distance you can hear a tractor mowing a hill.

Color and warmth to the pastoral scene the giant Hibiscus brings.
In a nearby Mulberry a little bird sings.

Down in the country, there is another world to feel.
Be very careful, or your heart it will steal.


By Phyllis Ann (





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