A Country Sunday

Something I love about the country,

not unusual for a city boy, I suppose,

the peace and tranquility, every bird

song can be heard.

My friend’s mother, Mrs. Doyle, is in

the kitchen preparing fried chicken for

dinner, biscuits, mashed potatoes and

gravy too.

Ah, the aromatic therapy wafting through

every room. To brighten even gray and

rainy Sundays, it’s what country folks do.

City is congested with noise and the

hurry-scurry into which I was born,

and had become warily accustomed to.

One rarely notices all the commotion until

you manage to escape.

After a lovely dinner, I remember dozing

off into a soothing country slumber, serenaded

by raindrops falling rhythmically onto the tin

roof overhead.

Chris Hanch 3-23-19