The Peaceful Country

​The scenic beauty of the rolling hills, 
of peaceful country, lulled by zephyr's touch, 
draws those who manage time away from bills, 
from urban clamor yuppies miss so much. 

I often dreamed of living far away, 
amid the pines and yellow aspen groves. 
I'd build a home with nature on display, 
a walk away from shaded lakeside coves. 

The chirruping of innocence, of birds, 
sing gentle serenades, massage my sense- 
no longer would I need a choice of words, 
a contrast from the hurried crowds' pretense. 

I'd take my love out on the quaint lanai, 
admiring landscapes and the country sky. 

Published in "A Troupe in Masquerade" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

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