The busy spider spins his web
Behind the outhouse door
While lazy shadows lengthen
On the dusty wooden floor;
In the barn the hay lies warm
Beneath the sloping roof,
While horses swish the flies away
With tails and stomping hoof;
The hens are clucking busily
While chicks run all around,
And rolly polly piglets
Snort their noses on the ground;
A gong heard in the distance
Calls workers home to dine,
While mother with her basket
Takes the laundry from the line;
Soon the porch will come to life
With tea and lemonaid,
And rockers gently rocking
'Neath the overhanging shade;
The golden wheat is waving
In the field behind the house,
The apple trees are buzzing
And the cat has caught a mouse;
Life in its simplicity
Lies peaceful in this place,
There's time to smell the roses
Blooming grandly in their vase.
10/15/2008
Linda Ori
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/country-scene/
