Dad and the farm
By Jackson W
Standing on the car, listening to the birds chirping
The grass swaying, the smell of the barbecue
Animals gliding across the land
Smelling the essences of the grass flowing
Autumn's colour releasing its beauty
The green leaves leaving the life of the tree
As the branch comes to a new sprout
My dad looks at the sight of the valley
The sunshine glorifying the mountain's gullies
Each flow whistling to the tune of nature
The feeling of his touch on the tree
Eating each piece of meat with the seasoning of his love
Each step of the way he is always with me
The stump of the tree being the first person in our family
With the sun coming to cease
And the birds flying over the setting sun
Hearing the crickets chirping and the owls hooting
For the next day when they explore the new land
My dad is a tall piece of grass
Like each person but being my dad