I put on my boots to the laughter of young children I stroll outside with my lantern to search for the fireflies The sky is clear and the evening appears perfect There is a light breeze tapping the ferns and beech trees In the distance,…

As I cross the bridge over the river, I know I’m almost home The changing leaves, their colors bright as if to welcome me back The two lane roads, the Amish buggies, the fields that span for miles The air so crisp and clean, I’m…

Gazing up up at the grains above me I know it’s crop just like they bring to The elevator Delicious grains My favorite ones When the truck’s come We’d put our hands out When they opened the sluice gate To the back of the truck…