I WISH MY LIFE WAS BEFORE . . .

I wish my life was before

 

doppler radar and clever weather men

 

I’d know about impending rain by how

 

the cows are all lying down at once

 

at forenoon in a green May meadow

 

I’d know about the dry spell ahead

 

by the dust devil that scatters

 

July’s newly raked hay

 

I’d know about a lightning strike

 

by the silence just before it

 

I’d know about the length of winter

 

by the pattern on the curled

 

wooly worm on the milk house floor

 

 

(Greg and his wife, Wendy, sold their dairy farm after 30 years of grazing cattle. He now has 20 acres of his grandfather’s original farm with a sugar bush and cabin. From there, he writes about the evolving rural landscape. Visit www.poeticfarmer.com for more information.)

 

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