A Day In The Life Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

My country home was wonderful, solitude, one room Amish schoolhouse up the dirt road, the chimney warm and welcoming to the scholars.
Cows in every country pasture. The Amish children walking to school give a wave, an Amish neighbor stopping at the road mailbox to talk about the weather, seated in his wagon as his horse's tail lazily shoos away a bug or two.Corn fields show their fluted chutes, spring is in the air,
the geese have been returning in raucous determined flocks landing in fields where melted snow has turned to temporary pools, in the distance echoing off a stand of maples, the prehistoric, metallic call of the sand crane is heard as they throw their heads back and stretch their necks in an ancient dance. The muddy prints of last nights deer are revealed encased in the hardening mud, testimony to the midnight wanderings of these velvet creatures. The wagon creaks with black and leather as the cart pitches forward, the horse shifting but obedient. That magic scent is in the air, that feel. That only the ripening spring can promise. The heavy horses turning the land over, nostrils flaring, steam rising as gulls circle and dive in a cloud close behind. The barn roof gleaming silver metal with turkey vulture gargoyles, a dozen horses fill the stable, pull the wagons, roam their pastures, trotting soon with colts, stamping the ground and bolting in mock battle. What say you Red wing blackbird? , I see you wisely stake your claim to that magnificent stretch of creek, ripe with prospects. A handsome corner to woo the fluttering female. This lane of cat tails and reeds, a superhighway of flying and leaping insects, enough to keep the swallows gracefully combing and taking a meal with acrobatic
splendor. Feel that breeze from the south and western valley, shaking this old dead beard of that mister winter We thought that he would never leave. Soon the clover will incite the honey makers, the concord grape vines will stretch, grab and pull themselves to the sunshine heights. While the rooster all along has been crossing the yard and herding his hens, they stretch every extremity as if in joyous salutation to the spring. Happiness comes in all forms.
No news from the outside world is a good day, a rich experience, where a person can feel honesty, decency, civility and harmony. We give a wave and a wide friendly grin as the horse wagon heads north up the road. All the while Kallie my German Shepherd has taken in the scene seated statue like and royal on my right cowboy booted foot. A lot of miles on those boots, nicked, cut and scraped up. They are barely getting broken in.