I love to get off the interstate
In the spring .
I love to get on an old highway
And row the windows down .
And go slowly and smell
The slowly warming soil being
Prepared to receive the seeds of spring .
As I drive home ,
I watch the sun setting
With colors and power over the field .
I listen to the classic country songs
Pouring out of the radio '
I can not help but hear and see
The beauty around me
The spring time land around me .
Bursting with new life
To be honest even the songs
I listen to this spring day
Proclaim that spring brings
A beautiful gift to us
And all that is new .
By Brock
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