By: Sunbleach9~

Fertile farms o’er rolling hills
of green and autumn’s rainbow
Winter’s glaze o’er pond and sky
and quilted bed by window
Aromas bright of summer nights
and burning leaves of autumn
Of apple cider, onions fresh,
sweet corn and milk~I’ve got ’em
With maple overtones~
the leaves and syrup cones
And friendships ever grown
mature through farming bones
And crisp, small towns
of home