There is a sweet nostalgic charm
About an old country farm
That pulls your heart strings all awry ---
A clean breathtaking sweep of sky;
An old gray barn built on a knoll;
A young mare nuzzling at her foal.
A blue jay scolding
like a shrew;
A row of cedars faintly blue
Against the misty skyline --- where
Small clouds are hanging in midair,
Like blankets on a crazy line,
Above the rows of dark blue pine
There is a woodshed and a pump,
An old tan rooster getting plump
From the rich fare about the yard
Where an old collie dog stands guard
And growls at anyone who dares
To come upon him unaware.
Far from the city's hectic pace,
The people on this country place
Are peaceful as a summer night.
Their windows send out beams of light,
While the old farmhouse stands four-square
To guard the people living there.
~ Edna Jacques
A clean breathtaking sweep of sky;
An old gray barn built on a knoll;
A young mare nuzzling at her foal.
A blue jay scolding
like a shrew;
A row of cedars faintly blue
Against the misty skyline --- where
Small clouds are hanging in midair,
Like blankets on a crazy line,
Above the rows of dark blue pine
There is a woodshed and a pump,
An old tan rooster getting plump
From the rich fare about the yard
Where an old collie dog stands guard
And growls at anyone who dares
To come upon him unaware.
Far from the city's hectic pace,
The people on this country place
Are peaceful as a summer night.
Their windows send out beams of light,
While the old farmhouse stands four-square
To guard the people living there.
~ Edna Jacques
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