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Category: farming
Building Strength (day 3068)
Would you follow me
Into depths of wonder;
A lion slowly looking back
Before entering its den.
And like the fanning feathers
Of an egret,
Would you care to my aging aims,
Darkened by time’s toil
Against that which is bad?
For my gravity is open,
My heart beats pure
In a bloom for your entering,
And I am trying
To hold my pen and my hammer
As I build for tomorrow.
Become (day 3063)
Thus I swing
Ripping strings
That reach from mind to action
Heaving metal
With gravity,
Pendulum,
And muscle.
A force
That I become.
Ode to My Future Dog (day 3060)
You little rascal,
You little gem,
Thanks for turning around for me.
Thanks for spending your waking hours
Nipping at my heals,
For your companionship,
Your loving nature,
Your time each day as we watch the sun
Folds away the mysteries
That work their way inside our heads
Like the folds of skin so stretching
Upon the neck of your growing being.
My friend, my partner,
Hello in there,
Thank you for sharing with me.
Singing (day 3058)
I am trying to get it to sing to me
Willing it with my mind
And even as I sit here calm
I wonder how long it will remain.
No sound do I dare make
For fear that it should be startled
On its mind, no doubt instinctual
Hunting for its food.
I listen to the night sky pass
My heart and orbs of light
My mind full of nature’s song
I hope it will remain.
Red Tail (day 3056)
So the wind blew
And I crouched
To look at not the sun
Blinding
And one Red Tail hawk
I watched cross the sky.
Wander To Withdraw (day 3049)
I wandered here as if lost
One eye on the path
The other asking my Gods
What makes a Man a Man.
I saw sunlight between the boughs
I saw spiders in their webs
I saw the great Fir’s bark
So cavernous and traversed.
I felt deep inside my heart
The partridge that took flight;
So close and thunderous,
So quickly she was off.
I saw the dam the busy Beaver built
Saw his second one too
Which made me feel like an invader
A secret nest so wild.
Then I turned at a landmark
Headed towards where I knew
And back to my familiar trail
To home I then withdrew.
A Dance Too Good For Life (day 3038)
As if the earth could ever see
Darwinian modes of ease
To see a leaf upon a tree
Blowing about the stem
Back and forth with every grace
A dance I could never trace
Delicate as a flower in bloom
Tough as nails that close a tomb
To anchor a setting sun
Upon the branch that bursts the buds
Then grouping in a seasonal array
One of Summer’s finest delights
That change the landscape one dare not stop
For as the bud shifts to a stem
Stem to a new growth
New growth takes the sprint of life
To bursting red and orange and brown
Then in one last graceful dance
A leap too good for chance to take
Downward left to fall away
Death pose into finale.
Work Begun (day 3026)
This is my work that I’ve begun
Raspy hands and sore back
Set the tone for my inner heart
Mending this land as best I learn.
Wood’s been slung
Blocked and chopped
Stacked all up for winter’s dry
Cows are fed, so too the goats
That call out now to greet my cheer.
So then come the neighbours who
Have each their own spread
Landing as they do
Amidst the green atop the ground
Growing as the earth’s own.
This is my work that I’ve begun
Recollected by the stone hearth
Fired and warm, and dinner’s on
Longest night, shortest day.
Really Mean It (day 3023)
What is it that I’m hoping to find
Dust paths?
Snowy footprints?
A home?
Tar in my lungs?
Wary bones
I feel the pull
And carry on
Towards that feeling
So that I can
Say that I tried
And really mean it.