My wide open space

I miss

The farm


I spent my first 6 weeks of life there

On my dad’s parents 150 acres


As I grew

My grandparents invited me to stay often

Complete with a silver tray to hold my

Home cooked farm breakfasts


In high school

In my “sucking marrow out of life” time

I transcendentalized in the crops out on the

“North 40”


then eventually

it sold


is it almost like a tear in my heart


that that haven

no longer exists for me?



I’ll think

Of jumping onto the hay bales

In one of the barns


Of mowing the 2 acres around the

Farm house


Of my grandparents


All memories

Still alive

And accessible

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