'Out the Farmhouse Window'
Kristi Schumacher
Now Media Group
Out the farmhouse window
And much to my dismay
I see the dreary skies of February
And not the warmth of May.
Trees are bare, snow's on the ground
Nary a blade of grass can be found.
Out the farmhouse window
And much to my chagrin
I see bare limbs and empty pots
Where my garden had been.
Seems forever since the flowers bloomed
Winter days are long and filled with gloom.
Out the farmhouse window
And much to my delight
Winds are blowing, skies are blue
It's time to fly a kite.
Days grow longer, the sun is warm
Soon time will come to plant the corn.
Out the farmhouse window
And much to my surprise
Winter days have turned to spring
Right before my very eyes.