By Wendy Brown-Barry
Sittin' in the backyard the sun upon my face
It's just an easy country morning and a slower kind of place
The horses are grazin' around my feet, one cat is in my lap
The other's stretched with the dog just startin' to take a nap.
A hawk is screechin' out in back, the creek is runnin' high
The wind is playin' with my hair and blowin' clouds across the sky
Strider's squirmin' on his back, legs flailin' in the air
Then he rolls those brown eyes to me with that Border Collie stare.
Surrounded by contentedness this early day in spring
I'm appreciatin' country life and the song the bluebird sings
Then my mind begins to wander back to days of long ago
When life was a lot more simple and travel much more slow.
When it might-a taken one whole day to get in and back from town
And you were pressed to get the chores done before the sun goes down
Oh, I'm sure they had their problems, major struggles and some strife
But it's things folks take for granted that made a happy life.
It's “what's the weather gonna be today?” and livin' with the land
It's havin' a good string of horses and becoming a top hand
It's the smell you get behind a rain. It's the mountains, earth, and sky
It's rivers in the springtime and watchin two hawks fly.
It's having one good friend that you can trust, or a colt that shows potential
And possesions at a minimum, except for what's essential
It really does astound me at the things we think we need
Possesions, fame, and fortune come across as so much greed.
When it wasn't very long ago, back in my Grandma's day
When watchin' a litter of Aussie pups a bouncin' 'round at play
Was enough to make ya feel complete and happy with your life
Or those special family picnics, or an understanding wife.
And I start to wondering just how long all this will last
"cause we know what's in the present will someday be in the past
Will these quiet country moments get swallowed up in time
And become a distant memory in some old cowboy rhyme?
Let's hope they last forever. Each one should do their part
To keep alive the country ways, and hold them in their heart
So those that come behind us will have something to pass on
To their children's children in legend, poetry, and song.
© Copyright 2010 Wendy Brown-Barry