At The Farm

by Max Dixon

Leaves falling through my open window,
I hear thorn bushes rustling in the wind.

I see trees dropping apples,
Birds rustling their way through the thick branches
To reach their nests.

Eagles swooping down on my house,
Searching for rats.
Horses running from the barn.

I hear the sudden noises of the cows mooing,
Ants marching through the muddy ground.

I hear the pigs rolling in the mud.
I see the grass swaying in the wind.
‎‎I hear the cars zooming past.