Sometimes, Terry and I
Get just plain
constantness of keeping the farm up and running
Keeping the yard
In tip-top shape,
Tells us…it’s time to go live a wee bit of a dream
To feel the wind blowing through our hair and the sun-drenching the car
We come home, feeling new-born, rested.
Like the earth after a rainstorm.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,