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The Country Home
The Country Home
Walking along the country road
In the distance stands our home
With fields of hay and lush green grass
Where deer and wild pheasant roam
The big old oak tree stands alone
And a tire swing is hanging low
I watch as laughter fills the air
As little brother swings to and fro
On the porch Grandpa sits in rocking chair
While Mama's making dinner inside
Grandma sweeps the dirt from porch steps
And in the pond ducks gracefully glide
The farm tractor roaring on the hill
With Daddy preparing the fertile ground
To plant the fields with golden corn
As all this adds to the country sound
Oh the memories of those bygone days
Of our family life so long ago
Where in the distance down the road
Stood the country home that I miss so.
Toni Taddeo ~ 4-17-2011
