Take me from behind
the shadow of the house,
into the brightness 
of the verdant garden.

Bend me over
the low fences
so I can reach 
the ripe fruit,
just waiting to be taken.

Make me take it all
from the garden,
enough for a good meal,
so breakfast can be prepared.

Fill me up
with happy memories
of crisp sunrises
and fresh bacon
and eggs.

Don’t stop
sharing this 
simple life
with me.

Come inside
and join me 
at the table.

I love it so much–
this country life,
even though,
sometimes,
it gets harder.

Let’s do it again.