Country Life

by BrokenBrit   Jun 16, 2007


Over the hills of green,
Smell the fresh country breeze,
Hear the four-wheeler motors running.
The wind dances around my face,
Taste the wood burning,
See the grass growing.
I think this is a fabulous place to be.

One glance in your eyes.
makes me fly.
A little chase through the feilds.
Oh that smile glows.
Grab my hands,
We'll make a change.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Of Sweet Insanity

    I love the changes you made to it. The second 'stanza' is very dramatic.

  • 16 years ago

    by Of Sweet Insanity

    Not only is it a fabulous place, it a fab poem. Keep it up 5/5