Sweet Country
The Country air so sweet and nice,
A retreat from the city it makes.
The passerbys Hello! Whether you know them or not
What a sweet home the country can be.
When I lay in my Hammock
I look to the lake and
wish my siblings would have had the same.
For now I shall sit on my porch with my Gram,
After making Pies and cakes and Jam.
I thank God for this life I am able to lead here.
I hope than everyone will be able to see.
The wonderful life the country can be.
A retreat from the city it makes.
The passerbys Hello! Whether you know them or not
What a sweet home the country can be.
When I lay in my Hammock
I look to the lake and
wish my siblings would have had the same.
For now I shall sit on my porch with my Gram,
After making Pies and cakes and Jam.
I thank God for this life I am able to lead here.
I hope than everyone will be able to see.
The wonderful life the country can be.
Labels: Childhood Poetry, Country, Poetry
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