The old farmer sits on the porch looking down the lane He may be old to you, but not to Jane.


As far down the lane as the eye can see, There's a tiny cloud of dust coming over the lea.


This farmer has shed his old overalls. Jake's decked out in a tux and is standing tall.


His "young" man's Spring fancy has turned to love, And his new bride's a comin' - his turtle dove.


Church bells are ringing, The redbud's in bloom, Field daisies cover the hills Especially for this groom.


His lady dear is coming - the carriage dust nears. His stomach starts churning - he's feeling some fear.


The carriage gets right up to his new-painted porch, And he jumps on board with a mighty lurch.


And side by side - without superstition, Jane and Jake head to church to bring love to fruition.

Dreamer (twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)
© Graphics by Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)

 

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