Country Stroll


by Jesse Coghill
Jordan, Minnesota


While strolling through the countryside,
My faithful dog close at my side,
I see all the buds are swelling;
Birds are building their new dwelling.
At mating dance they act so bold,
In ritual old as time is old.
I come upon the quaint farmstead,
The wife with hair of flaming red
Who gives a neighbor's wave to me
And then extends a cup of tea.
Upon the porch we chat a while,
I'm captivated by her smile.
Her husband walks across the yard,
He's bronzed and lean from working hard.
They treat me like a long lost friend,
I wish this day would never end.
But I must leave, the hour grows late,
Back to my room to contemplate.
I'll struggle with the poet's curse
And try to put it all in verse.