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Country Bound

I travel down a mellow, yellow sunflower road upon miniscule “wishing” pebbles.  A monument stands tall amiss sprightly wildflowers.  Rustic, red barn, tell me your wisdom, tell me your stories.  A split rail fence is my guide, built by thick, rough hands.  It dances to a patterned rhythm around a charming, pastel blue farmhouse.  I am country bound, my soul to be found.

I pass by a field flowing with radiant corn.  Stalks stand tall, presiding over misty pastures.  Golden wheat is nuzzled with sunny rays.  It waltzes with the wind and tangos with blades of grass.  Hearts of farmers beat in rolling hills, growing “love soy seeds”.

An apple pie sits on a crackled window sill cooling for attention.  Cinnamon swirls through a two-story house.  Maple beans, sweet greens, and cornbread overflow the Amish-built table.  Greens pop into savoring mouths.  Sugary beans candy-coat the taste buds.  Crumbs of cake-like cornbread seek shelter in a course beard.  The lonely Granny Smith dessert gets adoration from “sweet tooth seekers”.  Irish Ballads are sung and jolly tales are told around table of “Hickory old”.

The sun is my map down lavender Lilac road.  Hello, downy bunnies.  Hello, Mr. canny toad.  Point me in the direction to “Oakley Drive”.  I pass by glistening pond.  Let’s go my “deer” take a sip and back into playhouse of Birch.  “Woody” my fellow, you’re carving a cello! Sly fox, my lad, it’s been grand!

Cheerio, woodsmen of the Maples.  Cheerio, flittering butterflies upon dewy Honeysuckles.  I stroll over round stones paving my countryside goodbye.  Back to coffee zest town.  Spirit full and lighthearted, my soul has been country bound.  

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