Down in the barn

Nothing but dirt and hay under my feet Nothing above my head but birds on rafters. I find my country beat. Sometimes I chuckle just to make noise and hear my own laughter. It's quiet like a Monday morning church. But I don't mind Because it's answers to life's questions I search. However it's usually a baby cow mooing I find. All of my time is spent in the barn. It's soothing to my soul. It must be my southern charm. Afterglow nothing is better than to unwind after life's took it's toll.