Country Soul

The sun sinks low behind the hills,

Casting gold on the windowsills.

The creek hums soft, the world stands still,

A quiet peace, a heart to fill.

The barn out back, it’s weathered gray,

A testament to another day.

The oak tree sways in the evening breeze,

Whispering stories to the leaves.

This country soul runs deep and true,

In the fields of green, beneath skies so blue.

It’s in the land, it’s in my blood,

Through trials, tears, and the thick red mud.

The gravel road winds like a prayer,

Each turn a memory hanging there.

A front porch swing, a dog asleep,

Dreams of the past we choose to keep.

And though the city calls my name,

I know I’d never feel the same.

My roots are here, they won’t let go,

This is my heart, my country soul.

This country soul runs deep and true,

In the fields of green, beneath skies so blue.

It’s in the land, it’s in my blood,

Through trials, tears, and the thick red mud.