It is my dream to have you here with me, <br />Out of the heated city's dust and din-- <br />Here where the colts have room to gambol in, <br />And kine to graze, in clover to the knee. <br />I want to see your wan face happily <br />Lit with the wholesome smiles that have not been <br />In use since the old games you used to win <br />When we pitched horseshoes: And I want to be <br />At utter loaf with you in this dim land <br />Of grove and meadow, while the crickets make <br />Our own talk tedious, and the bat wields <br />His bulky flight, as we cease converse and <br />In a dusk like velvet smoothly take <br />Our way toward home across the dewy fields.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-voice-from-the-farm/
