Out in the Country

Oh what a pleasure it is to be

Out in the country where life so so free.

Away from the city with its noise and its throng;

Where all is so peaceful and life is a song;

Where the birds sing so sweetly and all is so fair,

And "Old Mother Nature" has scented the air.

Where the deer and the elk and the bear may be seen

And where all is so peaceful, so calm, and serene.

Where, leaving all trouble and worry behind,

And, communing with nature, true peace one may find.

One may angle for trout in a lake or a stream,

Or else one may sit 'neath a tree and just dream,

Where the trees are so tall and the grass is so green

And "The Greatest of Artists" has painted the scene,

With a choice of colors beyond all compare,

Out in the country... how I long to be there!

Out in the country I long to be

Where all is at peace and life is so free.

Is not life a lot like the streams which we view,

Which though often quite peaceful become turbulent too?

Yet where the deer and the elk and the bear can be seen

All is so peaceful, so calm and serene!

~ Clayton G. Moseley