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Farm Ruminations
The angry drone, the sting which strikes home, a moment defined by my bees. The barn's oaken creak, the tin roof's new leak, a moment to ponder farm needs.
A rooster's crow, a sunset's glow, a day may be bounded by these. My hammock's deep hollow, the snooze which may follow, a day revealed by it's ease.
Tender green buds and foliar floods, seasons demarked by our trees. Outbuilding additions and landform submission, a season of mortgage and deed.
A sharp claw's tweak, an anguished squeak, a life's limit reached in the weeds. Stone rows with briars and old barbed wire, farm life may be measured, you see?
(C) David Reder 1995
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