The farm seems so ancient
And still smells of hay every day.
The fields are wide and grassy
As though they just harvested the wheat.
The sunlight filters
Through the long brown stems.
The girl lying in the field
Looks up at her house in wonder.
“What could make this place even more beautiful?”
The road that goes up to the old farm house,
Separates the wheat field from the yard.
The house is old but has been freshly painted,
White with a dark grey roof.
So peaceful and mild this old farm is.
The warm fall weather seems so comfortable at this time of day
Compared to the other harsh seasons to come.
Nothing could change it
Not a cloud in the sky.
All that’s missing
Is a beautiful spruce tree
With shade so relaxing
As you sit at the trunk,
And admire everything you have
Along with everything you don’t have.
There are no animals out
But she knows they are sleeping
Getting rested for the next day to come.
She thinks of what that day will bring
The day she gets to milk the cows,
Gather eggs from the chickens,
And hear them cluck, and moo all day.