Rock-the-chair (Hour #8)

A waft of freshly baked pie is carried by the cool evening breeze…

The autumn air turns a bit nippy as the sun sets,

The farm dog lets out a howl just before it starts to get darker.

Chickens clucks and gabbles about in their cages,

Two cows lower their heads and takes a casual munch of hay,

A young child and his elder brother run into the house with mud stains all over their overalls and childlike laughers fill the atmosphere,

A creaking unoccupied rocking chair set on the porch;

Once again nighttime at the countryside approaches.

 

 

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