“ just give me a country life “

“ just give me a county life “,
Though I have walked this path a thousand, a thousand
times I have never grown tired of her meandering ways.
As the morning mist be burnt away and dew begins
to dry the scents along my way bring smiles and with
each breath a memory unfolds from times long past.
Why a half mile away they be cutting fields of hay
as my childhood unfurls when I walked upon the
high desert and lived at the foot mountains were
Quarter horses reigned. And here and now I live were
Thoroughbreds roam and whinny as I pass as pretty
a scene as there may ever be.
With Cows a mooing and Goats and Sheep be a baying
me good morn as I walk this way time and time again.
The tall grasses have drenched my pants and wet my
hands as the Whippoorwills still speak of my comings
and goings they still give to me a silent treatment
whenever I pass.
And when the wind be right the aroma from Miss Mary’s
kitchen at the Inn down they way all the bacon and
coffee and breads oh my.
All them starry, starry nights that were made for courten
and Moonlit nights that be made for sparken.
You can have the city lights were no one sleeps
and for me I’ll take the country life and paths like these.
Just give me a country life and be pleased.
ALB