Countryside Summer
I see the fields of hay
The full, green trees across the road
The brown house in which I live
I can see the brown chicken coop on the hill
And the hawks soaring in the sky above
I see the big, red barn
Close to the barbed-wire fence
I see the red, metal gate
That separates me from paradise
I can feel the warmth of the hot summer sun
And the blades of grass
Brushing against my legs
I can smell the fresh air of the countryside
And the flowers that bloom
I can smell the freshly potted plants
And the sawdust from the barn
I can smell burning wood on the bonfire
And the freshly cut hay
I can hear the birds chirping in the trees
And the bullfrogs by the pond
I can hear the fire crackling
And the wind blowing through the trees
I can hear the crashing of thunder
And the sound of rain hitting the metal roof
My perfect summer
The one I’ll always cherish