The farm seems so ancient

The farm seems so ancient And still smells of hay every day. The fields are wide and grassy As though they just harvested the wheat. The sunlight filters Through the long brown stems. The girl lying in the field Looks up at her house in wonder. “What could make this place even more beautiful?” The road that goes up to the old farm house, Separates the wheat field from the yard. The house is old but has been freshly painted, White with a dark grey roof. So peaceful and mild this old farm is. The warm fall weather seems so comfortable at this time of day Compared to the other harsh seasons to come. Nothing could change it Not a cloud in the sky. All that’s missing Is a beautiful spruce tree With shade so relaxing As you sit at the trunk, And admire everything you have Along with everything you don’t have. There are no animals out But she knows they are sleeping Getting rested for the next day to come. She thinks of what that day will bring The day she gets to milk the cows, Gather eggs from the chickens, And hear them cluck, and moo all day.