My Grandparent's Farm
The ink on my diploma
still wet
I lived on my grandparent's farm
for the summer
Their day began with roosters crowing and
ended at sundown
In between those two bookends of the day
cows were milked
crops were tended
chickens were fed
hay was cut and baled
real people creating real food
for real people
[Imagist form]
Written 13 Dec 2020
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