Country Lane...

Walking down a country lane,
Dreamy, quiet and serene,
When the leaves are fresh with dew,
Many wonders I've seen,
Nature in its morning glory,
Relishing in this abode,
Where the finch tells me his story
In his warbling note,
Stirring life is everywhere
From the singing lark
To the basso toad,
Vivid colors of wild flowers
Edging golden fields of grain,
Blue skies up above
And the balmy winds refrain,
Oh, the wondrous joy of it,
Walking down a country lane...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz