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
Oat field of waving grain,
as far as the eye can see.
Black earth, cool and inviting to be touched,
so it gets ground into the skin.