At the farm house near*

At the farm house near
Oft I find the children at play,
With ducks and chicks and Swan one,
How they there spend their day,

Amidst the green, lucid and joyous
How the children play and sing
Whence the morn comes breaking
How they wake up with the ducklings,

And watching them at play,
Is so soothing a thing,
That to the farm house near
I go there oft, making unhurried steps,

There I go and join those children
And their favourite things, those birds,
Oft I help them in keeping their works
Oft I go there to play with cranes and storks.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based, as attached; courtesy: Alex Artista, Art without Limits series)