Way down in the pasture
Is a place I like to go
That makes me feel I'm stepping back in time.
I no longer hear the highway
With the people passing by
On their way to spend or make another dime.
It's a place where birds are singing
And their music fills the air
While shuffling critters go about their way.
I can sit in quiet wonder
As the time rolls silent by
And think upon the beauty of the day.
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