5:15 a.m. - The big dogs that guard the
sheep
wake me
Their bark is always with purpose-their
job
to guard 40 odd sheep and 34 new born
lambs
This is my spring break-my escape from
the city
to a place much like my own agrarian
roots
I’ve missed my family farm for decades
City folk bought 5 acre plots of it- so,
it is no more
But my friend’s family farm, 70 acres,
is in tact
with its refurbished 70 year old barn
I come here for respite and to recall my
own
farm girl days
My friend and I met as teenagers in
Seattle
at the Washington State Dairy Princess
Contest
Neither of us has been close to a dairy
cow in
nearly half a century, so we laugh,
wistfully
at the hard work of our youth and the
fancy
dresses we wore to the big city
America was once 87% agrarian and now it
is
something like 2 or 3%
People hunker in cities, drink Starbuck’s
and
wander through clean, clipped parks to
try to
feel what Mother Earth is really all
about.
I am proud of my country bumpkin roots.
When I retire in a couple years, my fiancée
and I
plan to move back to the land outside
some
small town in the west that doesn’t have
a
Starbuck’s. Then I’ll wear cowboy boots
and
herd my cats and dogs…
Raintreepoet, reminiscing & looking forward.
