For the Country Life
Sunset on the boulevard,
the river's moon on rise;
Children tucked into their beds,
sleep heavy in the eyes.
The supper dishes are clean,
cattle are bedded down;
Radio's played the last song
and curtains are turned down.
All the village will now sleep
in peaceful country rest,
And they'll dream of coming days
when crops and stocks are blessed.
They'll awake as church bells ring
and gather, old and young;
When the sermon is finished,
Sunday's roast will be done.
Through the years changes occur,
seasons come, seasons go;
Often time the burning sun,
then freezing winds that blow.
Changes, too, throughout the young;
some will be college bound
While others are tied to soil,
on farms they will be found.
In small towns and on the farms
hands on hearts, flags unfurled;
That was when a man's handshake
was his word for the world.
Yet today so much remains
of yesterday's country,
Like steadfast values of life
that keep this land still free.
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