Rows upon rows, green leaves of three,

The tick tick tick of sprinklers quench their thirst.

Full sun feeds them as does the sandy dirt below.

A white clapboard home sits along side,

A welcoming wrap around porch awaits.

A pair of rockers sway a bit as

The lace sheers flutter in and out.

The open windows invite the breeze.

From inside, she sips her tea,

Happy in this dream she’s built.

Strawberry fields bring her peace.