Morning at the farm*

Morning at the farm
Of Tilly Foster, is laid
With green grass
And the rooster there
Calls one and all
To make the day
With leisure pass,
The breeze there
Carries pollens yellow
And seeds of dandelions,
Songs of peasants
There ring true from dawn
To dusk, morning at the farm
Is laid with green grass,
At Tilly Foster, it is such a beautiful
Scene, in warm sun only to bask.

(*Note: upon a painting based as attached, done by Jamie Williams Grossman, titled 'Morning at Tilly Foster farm'.)


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