Silk feathers sweep past the windchime
Rocking chair creaks with each swing
The fields have grown lush this year
Top of the red peak the rooster crows
Elder listen for young twitter pattering by
Old wooden beams of the barn stand sturdy
The cows waddle as they descend from the hills
Horses inside galumphing hooves with bursting neighs
Children clumsily run for the feeding chore
The sun’s entirety now sits over them all
As the old farmer’s rocker rests on the stoop
He will be there watching over y’all
Thoughts Untold Written 