The Farm Poem by james d nall,jr

I remember the whipporwills call, in the pines
Red clay roads with old fence lines
Walking past the pond, on a dog day afternoon
Listening to the song, of a lonesome Loon
Smell of fresh green corn fills the air
Leaving here, will be more than I can bear
I learned to drive a tractor, on this old road
Sitting on Grandpas lap, going as fast as it would go
Thought I was the king of the world, back then
Hoping he would let me, drive it again

Now, after all the years have gone, Grandpa's passed
I look back on my memories, wishing that they'd last
Trying to recapture my life, as a boy
Loving this old farm, like my favorite toy
Today I live in a jungle of concrete and steel
Walking those streets, no nature do I feel
No smell of pine, corn or a whipporwills song
Back on the farm, I know, I belong