if plants could pray


Lord, do you hear the corn?

parched leaves curl inward

desperate to conserve moisture

green tips point up, reaching

toward heaven’s hot expanse

in dry plea for relief

do i see small rain cloud form?

hear faint rumble of distant thunder?

oh, yes and amen

crops thank you in advance

faith grows greener

letting go…

Collage and year end challenge by Sammi Cox featured here.




another year dying

look in

clearer rearview


can’t take time back

times of drought


hollow spaces


weeds gone to seed

yet light persisted


blessings come of age


life grows green anew

looking ahead into

new year

past has passed


let regret go





farming is NO fairytale

Yep, farming seems to be drought or deluge, feast or famine 🙂  I’m joining dVerse and enthusiasticallydawn this week…


city folk dream of scenes bucolic
but real country life is workaholic;

daily working up a sweat,
yearly diving into debt.

in late spring, rain will not stop
by early fall, drought hurts the crop.

all summer long, hot south wind blows;
dark thunderstorms spawn tornados.

aphids, root worm, corn borer, blight-
present fresh pestilence to fight.

chemicals that kill noxious weeds
may drift on flowers and honeybees.

chickens like to roam range free
till raccoons binge on killing spree.

an older bull, he could go lame;
a younger bull might miss his game.

wonder when grain prices raise?
after contract’s selling days.

though farming’s not an easy life,
i’m glad to be my farmer’s wife.

“country hicks” are labels pearled;
remember, farmers feed the world!