Poetry on the Farm
Open fields
Smell of freshly turned dirt
Rows and rows of long hours
Moments and moments of thinking
Dreaming
Open skies
Freedom and endless possibilities
Towering over head
Reminding me to cherish the journey
Believing
Open minds
Hoping for steady equipment
Praying for necessary weather
Wishing for sweet completion
Wondering
Open hands
Gripping the wheel
Tired from wrenching
Holding the future
Aching
Open hearts
Remembering the past
Feeling those who have gone before
Smiling through sweat and tears
Knowing
Open mouths
Not always polite
Sometimes forgetting everything
Reacting to breakdowns
Living