Oh, how that white fence seems to go on and on forever.
The flimsy strands of grass move as one.
The lazy cattle bask in the setting sun-
The bumpy road travels farther into the simple beauty;
Magnolia trees blossoming,
their enticing aroma drifts through the warm, sweet air.
Then the old barn comes into view-
the charming white framing against the burnt red structure.
My most treasured place on the farm-
the brick house where my grandparents live;
my toddler years being pushed by loving hands
back and forth on the old swingset,
being strolled with the dogs by side throughout the whole farm...
Growing up on this farm surrounded by all the beauty and love-