Our Countryside
Blankets of moss cover the ground
Clouds circle like merry-go-rounds
Bales of hay stacked so neat
Trees scattered in perfect pleats
Bunny rabbits play all day
Farmers in tractors bale the hay
Sweet smelling corn - birds infest
Fat beefy cattle at their best
Winter comes cold spells reign
Slippy ground, trouble again
Frost bitten toes by toasty fires
Snow angels made with kid's desires
Quad bikes roam, brambled hills
High in the sky go petrol bills
Sheep dogs run and livestock scatter
Bleating sheep as dogs go at 'um
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Our Countryside, which
was posted on Aug 17, 2011 by
CourtneyBrook.
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"seen as i live on a farm i would like to give you all a insight on the aspects o..."
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