COUNTRY LIFE

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

I stand and look at yonder view,
the leafless trees, the grass in dew.

The glow of mornin` sun, shine thro` the mist view,
somewhere in the distance, i spy a crow or two.

Cows and sheep, horses too, are havin` breakfast,
upon the sweet grass they chew.



TURK ;{]