in midwest’s gently green and rolling hills
my farmer grew up living on the land
his father farmed the same fields years before
where now our son is living on the land
i garden in the plot his mother hoed
she taught me ways of living on the land
dependent on both sunshine and on rain
God’s presence witnessed living on the land
the smells and sounds of cattle fill old barn
new calves are birthed and living on the land
we nurture crops and work to feed the world
from dawn past sundown living on the land
i learned to drive a tractor baling hay
lynn, city girl, loves living on the land
Linking this ghazal form poem to dVerse Poets where you can read more!
a poem in my pocket 
Jun 20, 2019 @ 17:36:40
This is a wonderful ghazal for the love of the land. I really get a feel for your passion in your new role, from city girl to land girl. Similar to me but I don’t feed the world just have chestnuts!
Jun 21, 2019 @ 23:05:15
Thanks for reading and commenting here 🙂
Jun 12, 2019 @ 05:25:15
A pastoral love song! I’m quite charmed by this piece. I like the plain language which is very loving, communal, sweet but not cloying. As such it has a kind of majesty and hearkens back to the entire English language history of pastoral writing. Quite lovely and well written.
Jun 12, 2019 @ 10:36:32
Thank you for your wonderful comments, Gay! I appreciate your feedback.
Jun 11, 2019 @ 09:58:51
You make it sounds like a great way of life.
Jun 11, 2019 @ 10:03:10
It truly is…but not without challenges!
Jun 09, 2019 @ 23:51:27
Love farm life though I have not live on one since my teen years.
Jun 10, 2019 @ 10:18:53
You understand this 🙂