It’s a world apart from others
The country life that I live
Can’t think of another place
That has any more to give
So peaceful in my country world
As I travel my red dirt roads
Old barns in fields of wonder
In the center of nature’s folds
I enjoy so much the cows
In their own quiet personal way
Grazing peacefully in their fields
Pretty much the same each day
Nothing seems to excite them
And that’s the best way to be
They’re happy in their fences
Or in open range so totally free
It’s the greatest way for me
For this is the ideal mode
I don’t need another thing but
Barns, cows and Red Dirt Roads!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem