My Moo Cow

If you want to be my moo cow

You have got to graze

In the field I put you

That is where you stay

If you want to be my moo cow

You nust behave

Or you will go to salebarn

So you can go away

Lawnmower

The lawnmower roars into life

The great beast of the yard awakens

To cause havoc on the lawn once more

There is no part of the lawn safe

No blade of grass to small

The beast will find them

The beast will devour them

Hayride

Time for a hayride

Load the trailer up with hay

Having a good time

Laughing and joking alot

Good times spent with many friends

Green Grass

The grass is green

On the hill the cows graze

Upon the green grass

Hauling Hay

Hauling much hay on truck and trailer

Sweat pours like a mighty river

Fill the trailer with each stack

Cuts and bruises happen

When trailer is full

Back to the barn

Into the

Loft it

Goes

Gone fishing

Gone fishing

Down at the lake

Gone fishing

Won't be back till late

Spend all day casting line

Even if I catch nothing

This day will still be fine

Just a chance to relax

Just a chance to unwind

To forget about my sarrows

To leave the pain behind

Gone fishing

Down at the lake

Gone fishing

Won't be back till late

Farmer

The sun rise

I awake

Work to do

Front Porch

Country evenings

Sitting on the front porch

Watching the stars come out

Fireflies blinking in and out of existence

Like a small beacon

They float upon the breeze

The soft gentle breeze

Blowing through our hair

Watching the hayfield dance

The sky chage color

As the sun drifts away

Porch swing

Siting in a porch swing on a warm spring day

The Cows Are Out

The Cows are out

They've gone astray

The cows are out

This will be a wonderful day

Chase the cows

Fix the fence

The cows are out

They're in some other field

Find them

Bring them back

Fix the fence again

The cows are out

Find the hole

The cows are out

This is getting old

Chase them

Bring them in

Fix the fence once again

The cows are out

Can somebody say hamburger

Farm

There was a man who lived on a farm

He woke one night with great alarm

He saw an orange glow

He needed to know

If the cows were having a dance in the barn

Lay with me

Lay with me

Upon the soft grass

Lay with me

Watching the clouds roll by

The cool breaze blows over us

The morning dew wetting our clothes

Yet we don't care

As we lay here

Staring at the clouds above

HayRide

Get the town folk together time for a hayride

Hook the wagon up to the tracktor

Get some hay

Make a campfire

Bring marshmellows and hotdogs

Bring gram crackers and chocolate for smores

After the campfire we have the sing-a-long

Then up on the wagon

So the tracktor can pull us along

Under the stars

Beneath the trees

Fun with friends

Hunting Mushrooms

Hunting mushrooms in the woods, a yearly spring pastime

You look and look, for you never know where they are hiding

Find them all, gather them all, for cooking and the joy of the hunt

HOME

Home

Where the cattle roam

Home

Fixing feance all day long

Living on a farm

Has a speacial charm

That really makes it the life to live

Family dinners

Fishing in the pond

BBQs

And much much more

Home

Hauling hay

Home

Mowing grass

Or chasing a cow

That's gone stray

Watching your kids play

Catch fireflies at night

Laying in the yard

Looking up at the stars

Home

Home grown fruits and vegitables

Straight from the garden

Home

Hayrides and bonfires

In the fall

County fairs

Family outings

All this make the country life

HOME

Farming

Fixing fence

Moving cows

Hauling hay

Sloping sows

Farm work is busy work

Cutting wood

Plowing rows

Planting seeds

Watch them grow

Farm work is busy work

Farm work is busy work

From the time you get up

To the time you go to bed

Always something to be done

With many trips to the shed

Farming is in my blood

Farming is in my blood

It is what I know to do

Farmer til I die

Fishing

I

Like to

Go fishing

Catch the big one

Or just relaxing and let my mind wander

I am country

I am country

I am the dirt roads

I am dusty fields

I am the water running through the creek

I am a child in the summer running barefoot in the grass

I am the hard working farmer in the field

I am country

I am fireflies in the summer night sky

I am the wild animals hiding in the woods

I am friends and family gathering for summer time BBQs

I am country

I am fish swimming in the lake

I am trees blowing in the wind

I am the child on the swing

I am the parent taking pictures

I am country

I am small town fairs

I am small town values

I am small town

I am country

I was born country

The hills the vallies

The cattle laying in the shade

This kind of life is perfect

This is why I was born

This why I was made

To work the fields

Haul the hay

Fixing fence

Or just fishing the day away

I was born country

Into this life

I belong

Walking

I was walking in the field one day

How the wind made the grass sway

It wasn’t long

I tripped on a log

I hate it when things end that way

Walnut Season

Walnut season

Walnut season

How I love this time of year

Walnuts fall to the ground

Loved ones gathered round

We go out in the pickup truck and ATV

Buckets in tow

Sacks in hand

Picking up all the walnuts that we can

We go out to the walnut tree

Gather all the walnuts we see

Then we pull branches all around

Knocking more walnuts to the ground

I set buckets upon the Earth

I pick up walnuts with my hat

Then I empty my hat into the bucket

Sometimes we’re on hands and knees

Sometimes we use a rolling stick

Boy that little basket makes the job go quick

Walnut season

Walnut season

How I love this time of year

Walnuts fall to the ground

Loved ones gathered round

Farm Magic

There is magic on a farm

Like when you go swinging in the barn

In the emotion that you feel catching that fish on your rod and reel

Cutting wood or bailing hay, or maybe just wasting the day away

Up there on your front porch swing

 There is a magical treat the way the wind blows in the summer heat

Eating watermelon or homemade ice cream

This magic is a small thing like that feeling after a fresh rain

The magic is the feeling of comfort that you get after seeing a newborn calf

 I could go on naming the many ways to feel the  farm magic day by day 

Witness (Holy Teaching)

“A Witness for Christ traveling all day
is never far from the Holy Spirit,
and however spectacular the views
he remains centered in God's will” 

Pure in Heart (Bible Study)

Matthew 5:8

 “You’re blessed when you get your inside world—your mind and heart put right. Then you can see God in the outside world.

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It all starts when God transforms you from the person you are to the person you need to be.  Once your heart is set on the within God's spirit, you can truly be a tool of Praise to God and the world around you

The Street Preacher

There at the streetcorner he stands

With Bible in hand he preaches

He preaches God's word for all to hear

For anyone with a listening ear

His clothes are

Tatered

Dirty

Worn

He has been cut by life's thorns

He looks

Weak

Hungry

Worn out

Like a fighter about to be knocked out

Still he preaches

God's salvation

God's mighty plan

Trying to help one and all understand

Sure he looks like something

Someone has thrown out

His love for God is strong

Of that there is no doubt

He's been arrested

He's been locked away

As soon as they let him out

He finds another street corner

And starts preaching away

They've

Beat him

Threatened him

Cops have tried sending him away

Nothing they've tried has worked

He just preaches away

The city has tried

Many times

With laws to confine him

None of them worked

For it's God's power

That defines him

He knows up in Heaven

He'll be homeless no more

His words will then echo

Out forevermore

So next time you see a street preacher

Don't turn away

For it maybe worth

Hearing what they have to say