When I look outside my window,
I see this hill.
Behind a beautiful pasture,
My soul it stills.
I see it now,
Amid the rain and thunder.
For a life elsewhere,
I do not hunger.
The fog rolls in,
And blankets the trees.
I hear it speak
Through the falling leaves.
“The storms always pass,
The sun shines through,
This is where
I’ll bid you adieu.”
Copyright. Breauna Krider. 10-18-2012.
When we build fence,
It’s a family affair.
If Mommy’s around,
She’s here and there.
“I just love this tree SOOOO much.”
She likes to snap pictures,
Of Daddy and me,
Huddled together,
Or hugging trees.
I’m great help,
Of that, I’m sure.
That is, if you can keep me
Out of manure.
When working hard,
Daddy’s very intense.
There ain’t nothin’ gettin’ through
That ol’ fence.
I stay right with Daddy.
I don’t give him much space.
At some point,
I always end up in the way.
I love my daddy.
He’s so much fun.
Fixing fence,
In the early-morning sun.
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