Out in the Country
Laughing and running through the fields
With the wind blowing through my hair
And stopping to smell the wild flowers
And gathering the pretty ones for a bouquet.
Smell the air! Fresh and clean!
Not like the air in the city.
What a pleasure to spend a day
Out here in the country!
Stop! Look! And listen!
There’s a pretty butterfly sitting
On top of the wild flower
And it’s glad to be out here, too.
Over yonder a robin perched on the tree limb
Singing a joyful song.
Oh boy! The sun is going down
And time to go back to the city.
What a bummer!
(C)By Noreen Ann Jenkins