It’s winter in the country
The winds are blowing cold,
I’m sitting in my lonely room
With no one here to hold.
It’s evening in the country
The skies are growing black,
I’m waiting, quietly wondering,
When you’re coming back.
It’s quiet in the country
You’re in my every thought,
How we’ve loved, laughed and played
And even how we’ve fought.
I’m happy in the country
With you I want to be,
To share with you the happiness
That is inside of me.
The winds are blowing cold,
I’m sitting in my lonely room
With no one here to hold.
It’s evening in the country
The skies are growing black,
I’m waiting, quietly wondering,
When you’re coming back.
It’s quiet in the country
You’re in my every thought,
How we’ve loved, laughed and played
And even how we’ve fought.
I’m happy in the country
With you I want to be,
To share with you the happiness
That is inside of me.
2 comments:
Hi Leann thank you for stopping by my neighborhood yesterday. I'm rushing this morning on my way to teach the darling 3rd graders, but had to say hello to a fellow leannder...that is what my father calls me often. I too was the only LeAnn (and an only child) I knew for many years.
I love teaching school, and have just 2 years left to retirement. You are so right on about the paper work and parents. We'll have to visit more! Thanks again for stopping by....love your talents and your poetry. I'll come read more when I have time.
Thank YOU! I'll watch for you to return. Tonight I take the hubby to his MasterCam class, so I won't be back to my blog till around midnight.
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