In The Country

In the Country, by Becki Alfrey ©2018

I like living in the country where big trucks don’t rumble by
At four o’clock in the morning
I like seeing the evening sky where the stars are free to shine
And be themselves
I like seeing the sunrise from my ridge top home so high
Shining its honest light down on me
I like hearing the birds sing
Watch them flit from tree to tree
Listen to them herald in the spring
And remind me of why
I live in the country
I like living next to people who make good friends, who’ll lend a helping hand
When you’ve done all you can
Who’ll sit and share a sip of something cold and share
While laughing at life itself so fair
I like watching my flowers grow until winters fury shows and they hide their heads once more in the shelter of their glory
Life is so sweet, it surely can’t be beat, taking it slow and sweet
In the country.