Country Livin' Poem by Philip Lore

Proud bald eagle soaring up so high,
I wish, I wish, that I could fly.
Squirrels scamper on a thick old branch,
Ride my horse, when I get a chance.

Sweet apples hangin' from our apple tree,
Buzz, buzz, buzzing of a bumble bee.
Our dogs romping freely in the field today,
The 'Old Mill Stream' where I used to play.

Daddy on a tractor plowing in a field,
Momma's in the kitchen, fixin' up a meal.
Grizzly fishin' at the waterfall,
Little sister hangin' at the local mall.
Horse shoe playin' in the gritty sand,
Listenin' to Johnny Cash and his country band.

Livin' in the country its so peaceful there,
Watch a deer a runnin' from a big black bear.
Fireplace cracklin', burnin' apple wood,
Smells so fine, makes the air smell good.

Resting in a hammock in the afternoon,
Rockin' in my chair, under a harvest moon.
Crickets snappin' in the dark of night,
June bugs a hoppin' in the bright sunlight.
Our cozy log cabin, how I miss it so,
Left it for Iraq, 'bout a year ago.