A Country Villanelle

I live in the country
On top of a mountain.
It’s God’s gift to me.

 

The fields and the trees,
And the changing of seasons,
I’m thankful to live in the country.

 

The blue birds sing sweetly.
The crows are rambunctious.
It’s God’s gift to me.

 

The sun rises brightly
The sun sets with glory
It’s delightful to live in the country.

 

We see bear, deer, and turkey
The occasional porcupine
God overflows gifts to me.

 

The changing of seasons can’t be beat
Spring. Summer. Winter. Fall.
I’m so glad to live in the country
And count all of God’s gifts to me.

 

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