Country Farm

April 23, 2008

Pleasant rolling meadows
Fresh tilled fields surround
Grass begins its growth
Hints of life abound

But a nagging chill of winter
refuses to give up its lasting hold. Old
rickety buildings, lived in for many decades,
are welcome homes to the smiling townsfolk,
townsfolk who don’t quite notice the nagging
chill or the fading smiles, who
don’t quite recognize
the present danger.

Last night’s spring rains soaked the fields
and softened the mud between patches
of fresh grass. The small homes of the small
town fill the spaces between the small farms.
Small words between townsfolk fill the spaces
between the mechanical sounds of tractors,
the smooth sound of gentle breezes,
the small sounds of life
in a small farming town.

Type: Poetry

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