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.)