Country Kinda Free

The sky is blue, the fields glint green

I could visit mother nature, let her breeze refresh me until I come clean.

 

The sun is bright, the grass smells sweet

I could prance all day in the sun-bleached wheat

 

Clouds like cotton candy bliss-

I'll lay under the willow, let the branches sway down to give me a kiss.

 

The sound of crickets, the feeling of free.

I'll skip down the lane with glee.

 

Purple ribbons in my hair-

gently aloft in the fresh country air.

 

Cattle in the field rhythmically swishing their tails-

a train over the hills smoothly gliding on rails.

 

I could swoop all over and collect nectar flower-to-flower like a bee.

I'm a country kinda free.

　

Reviews

[Lina Grey]

I love the country. We don't have it here on the east coast, sadly. Your poem is so peaceful and flows so well... it's just a breath of fresh air, dear. Lovely write.

[MiriamMB]

it's all so light and airy. It was a much needed breath of fresh air reading this poem, because the details you provided left me feeling as though I was standing out in a field somewhere, where it is sunny, warm, sweet smelling and clear aired.

[Distant horizons]

sounds like a good free to be. beautiful write.