Country Evening

The sounds of a country evening
Waft across the fields with smells
Of cornbread and hoppin' John:
The bellowing of burros in the barnyard,
The slow clang of cow bells,
And the lowing of cattle
As they head home from the sweet meadow grass
Into the corral for the night.
The calves cavort and bulls quicken their step
When they hear the low rumble of an old Ford pickup
And the clank and creak of rusty hinges
As someone opens the gate.
Supper time: Animals come first
In the daily routine of farm life.

Written October 2010