The whistling wind

of a summer breeze

is blowing right down

through the southern trees.

You're working all day

so very hard.

You know you want

so much very more.

Time passes

just day by day

You're out in fields

till the sun goes away.

You wish you worked

from nine to five,

but the city life

is no way to survive.

So you think God

for all that you have

a good harvest

is on its way.

We've been through

some hard times

and

so much more

you know its all right

But the country life

seems so pure.

Not all the hassles

of the modern world.

We live and survive

off of our own land.

We don't need

all the things that

city folks do.

We live a modest life,

just me and you.

They've gotten so lost,

They've forgotten

who they are

and don't no where

they are going..

So why would you want

to live like that.

When you can

grow your own food

and catch your own fish.

City traffic ain't

no way to live,

when living in the country

you'll be home

in a minute.

Living your life

in pure existence.

June16, 1997