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

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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