I saw Mike's Christmas poem, and the request for poetry, so I'll share this one.
It was written by a friend and myself. He had been going through a difficult time. He wrote the first part. I had just bought my first two horses and was looking at things a bit differently. Maybe those that are participating in the DT partnership will find something in this.
"Green and Gold"
Are all the farmers dead now?
Dead, dying, or waiting to die?
Subdivisions all around,
All brightly lit and empty
Stand where cows once fatted
Feasting on lush red clover, so pink and sweet.
Are there new farmers now?
Those with calloused hands and light minds,
Are they really gone?
Or are there others?
Those with light hands and heavy minds?
Those who knew not cow trodden toe
Nor long sun drenched days
Nor seeing fields just sown
Through sweat of their own,
Hoping for growth.
So long ago their toil.
Yet sons and daughters of farmers old
For reasons they do not know
Take long afternoon rides
Past fields of green and gold,
Under mountains of pink and skies of azure blue.
Do new farmers know of rain drenched days?
Or drought?
Or doubt?
Of planting with a horse drawn plow?
Of harvests? Births? Deaths?
Or waiting for the promise of a golden sunrise?
Yes!
There are new farmers now!
Those with thoroughbreds.
And clean fingernails and heavy minds.
High in these green hills,
See? As always...
Another golden sunrise!
See them ride through fields of green and gold,
Under an azure sky.
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