Peace on the Farm

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What makes a herd of Jerseys so gentle,

grazing in a field of green?

soft spirits endless.

The cool morning air refreshing,

the bones of the farmer,

the lungs begin breathing again,

the heartbeat of the earth.

In the middle of the day,

there is a time of tearing gently,

the fields, to bring healing,

food of restoration,

stalks of corn bending in the wind,

whispering like ocean waves.

And in the evening, there is always,

the sunset of warmth,

 speaking a job well done,

gradually hiding over the mountains.

The farm reminds me of gentle times,

the way we used to be.

No wonder, men and women, love farming,

living in, and loving the earth,

the natural cycle of life,

gentleness born everyday,

No wonder.

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Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry and Photos © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

9 thoughts on “Peace on the Farm

  1. Beautiful and peaceful Nico! It brought back memories of childhood and summers spent at Grandparents farm back in EU.

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