A Farm’s Serenity

By: fee

That old north winds blows

I heard some say

That there’ll be snow real soon

Times a passing quickly now

Since that last harvest moon

There’s winter wood

Piled high in the wood shed

The pantry shelves are full

And Momma’s in her rocking chair

Surrounded by her knitting wool

The bankers all got their money

Left a little for the cookie jar

Enough for seed, weed and feed

That Poppa said come early spring

We’re surely going to need

The kids are fighting over

The Sears and roebucks catalogue

Christmas dreams on a glossy page

In this Norman Rockwell scene

Taken from another age

Now when that old North wind

Blows colder every fall

It always stirs a memory

A favorite one for sure

Of that farm’s true serenity