COUNTRY GIRL

I like clothes hung out on the line,
Pure cotton sheets that crack and whip
In the North wind,
Their sun bleached starkness
Flagging against an azure sky.
I like to watch the seeds 
From a cattail, riding on a breeze,
Glimmer in the light at dusk.
I like the soft ears of rabbits, the soft eyes of does,
And the dainty little footprints of raccoons.
I like to watch the first fat flakes of snow
As they fall in the forest, without sound.
I like the beauty of Canadian Thistles, 
Their royal purple crowns
Dotting the meadow,
And fireflies on a summer night,
Those little lanterns of wonder,
Rivaling the stars.
I like chicken feathers, warm weather,
And the soul song of the meadowlark.
But most of all I like the fathoms of quiet stillness when
God's earth beckons me to come close,
And I listen to its mighty roar. 

By Sharon Frye