Standing off the road
Under which the creek flows
I can hear the gurgling water
Singing to the hum of
The turning earth.
It was still a time of magic
Childhood remained on idle
Nature takes my hand and
Makes beauty of the river banks
And the sun in the blue bowl of the sky
Time stood still while I
Trembled with excitement.
We had farmed large areas of land
And had more animals, but large
Farms fenced-in land leaving us
With enough that we could be
Blessed with the label of being a farmer
Life itself was a miracle and glowed
Because of the work we did on the land
From early morning until the western sun
Touched the clouds with orange and gold
Soon after I was born we moved to the city
All of our stock was sold or given away
Father’s horse was given freedom
No one could claim him because he was
A free spirit and father, happy with this
Worked in the city on the highway
He drank with his old compadres on
Saturday, but for him things would
Never be the same as they were
They took in a guest to live with them
She had helped everyone at
One time or another and now was her time
She saw this as another miracle
Stanski
May 23, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 