Look out o'er the countryside And watch the seasons pass. Walk barefoot in the early morn On the dewy, chilled, crisp grass. Sunflowers stand so tall and bright, Full fields of corn to see With tassels being tossed 'round By the early morning breeze. Birds are chirping their morning song, As crickets join right in. The dew drips from the old barn roof That's made of rusty tin. Trees laden heavy with foliage, Upon the ground their shadows are cast- These are a few of the country scenes That are precious memories of my past. Shirley Hile Powell