Copyright @ 2004 Brian D Roberts, Pen Name Is; Lark Douglas
A Voice Singing Clearly; In Early Morning Dew! The Cows Have Learned This Means It's Time For Food! The Cats, and Dogs Scatter As The Bovine Come A- Clatter! The Hay Gently Thrown; The Animals Chewing! The Song From Within Fills The Air As The Work Goes On Forever So Near! The Succulent Scents Fill The Breezes; as Mother Has Begun Cooking On The Old Iron Stove! A Chill In The Air; For Soon Winter Will Be here! The Calves Standing Near To Their Mothers With Care! The Horses In The Barn, Awaiting Their Turn! The Chickens, and Ducks Just Clacking Away; Waiting For The Grain To Be Scattered Their Way! The Boy Running From The Geese; As We Know They Are Mean! All Of This Tranquil Beauty Overlooked By The Great Mountain, Not Far Away! Bright Green Meadows Surrounded By Trees! So Much Love Is Left On The Farm Of Such Charm! Now The Boy's Grown; Far From Mom! The Song Of The Homestead Is Locked In His Heart! This Is Just Part Of My Youth Growing Up. The Song That You Heard Was Mine To Call My Friends! The Animals Of Our Ranch Came Running Along; Every Single Time My Voice Echoed On That Farm! My Song Has Faded, My Heart Has Grown Weak, but My Memories Are Always There; Never Faded!
