this farm is home base
where i work (if i write,
do i shirk?) don’t ask the
farmer loaded questions;
i’m the farmHer who finds
sweet poetry in life on our
iowa farm, where tall corn
grows, and calves are born
(my poems are calved too)
placental in messy straw.
low mooing of cattle and
hum of machinery drones
on…in rich bass, solid tones
of this daily symphony as
poetry sings higher notes of
melody in quiet moments,
green fields, open space
discovering my place
…oh, gotta go do chores!
Linking to dVerse Poets where Gina hosts poetics tonight…
a poem in my pocket 
Mar 25, 2019 @ 17:59:07
What a beautiful entanglement of your rural life and writing life. Loved it!
Mar 25, 2019 @ 21:52:55
Thanks so much, Mish! One inspires the other 🙂
Mar 22, 2019 @ 06:28:26
you should get lost of inspiration being so close to nature, watching all her daily miracles.
Mar 22, 2019 @ 06:36:47
“Daily miracles”…yes!
Mar 21, 2019 @ 17:15:50
I love how your farm work/ life is your background. It is rich with sounds and imagery of creatures and nature.
Mar 21, 2019 @ 19:17:30
It is a rich environment…thanks for your comment, Grace 🙂
Mar 21, 2019 @ 12:42:24
“poetry sings higher notes of
melody in quiet moments,
green fields, open space
discovering my place”
This is splendid, Lynn. I loved reading it!
Mar 21, 2019 @ 19:18:07
So glad you enjoyed it, Sara!
Mar 20, 2019 @ 21:04:22
This is great Lynn. I spent five of the best summers of my live on my uncle’s Pennsylvania dairy farm when I was a teenager. I can hear the farm humming behind your words. Well done.
Mar 20, 2019 @ 21:48:50
Thank you very much, Dwight 🙂
Mar 20, 2019 @ 15:51:21
Poems being calved. What a lovely image!
Mar 20, 2019 @ 17:42:40
Thanks, Jane.