This is the farm in South Dakota where I spent my first 4 years
Rolling hills, rocky soil
needing to be cleared for planting and harvesting,
and a meandering stream.
Smell of new-cut hay in a partially mown field.
Cotton clouds floating by overhead
slowly, slowly.
Oat field of waving grain,
gentle breeze-blown,
as far as the eye can see.
Black earth, cool and inviting to be touched,
so it gets ground into the skin.
Good! Good!
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