A Country Boy and Girl

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Country Boy and Girl

We live up among the trees; second floor garage.

She and I have always been drawn to places

High up and for us sometimes a little lonely,

Blue sky above; below the broad green spaces.

Fine places to bump along, warm companions,

Holding on to one another on dark and rainy nights

And building fires on cold and blustery days.

In December, stringing up the Christmas lights.

Leaves blow across the drive as we walk down

To get the mail and disturb our doe and her fawns

Nibbling at the blackberries growing on either side

Bordering the backyard verges and fresh-trimmed lawns.

Our path is marked by God; hedged about by His creation,

Nudging us along the way that He would have us go,

Winding up in quiet places by lakes and streams, in woods

And here where the breathy firs and ardent brambles grow.

We’re country folk, even when we live in towns and cities

Vegetation seems to sprout around us of its own accord,

Softening even asphalt, road signs, wires and concrete -

Fluffing up a nest around us a gentle gift by a kindly Lord.

We don’t mind the confines of a nest so much.

These days it feels the right and proper thing for the days,

That come upon us quiet-like almost unnoticed,

And hugged us warm about through all our yesterdays.

© 2017 - Tom King