Winter often holds us in a grip of ice and iron winds We, like bits of paper, are swept across the prairie looking for a spot of comfort warmth by our fires now tamed The soil frozen hard captive much like us endure, we think, for spring is coming the calendar clicks the days [...]
Arctic winds unfurl to lash the winter plains they're a poke in the breadbasket that feeds the world Bitter cold wind, sleet, snow fight with one another with us in the miserable middle O well! We're killing bugs! No kidding! Insects die by billions as their eggs freeze and split decimated, no more! No one [...]
The farmer's life is on an edge where living things are found Time can move time can stop and time can come in a nick at times too! Corn is lush and drinks a lot so 'talks' to us quite loud Leaves curl up Spike, we say, or even turn a scary gray When [...]
The midwest prairie has a thing that happens most every year Just when winter's iron grip seems crushingly stong The sun comes warm and the winds die down temperatures climb over freezing Ice recedes, snow piles shrink people shed a layer A welcome respite the January Thaw affording hope of spring The jet stream shifts [...]
A precious metal that being gold but give no thought to eating it! Of prescient note the color of fall when some night switches thrown our world of green changes clothes to slip in glowing gold Soybean fields their fruits all hidden shout out the harvest coming "Gold is hidden here, beneath our golden [...]
Had God a favorite some would say it's surely the color gray! Because there is so much of it! Say Seattle folks who number days until the sun breaks through Oregon amens numbs along waiting for a 'sunbreak'. Prairie folks are rich in gray as winter grinds along heavy clouds frown upon us sometimes [...]
Breathing in the scent of freshly tilled black soil the harvest freshly done the bounty gathered in the season now, begins again It's evening in the life of a farmer the year of tilling, planting, tending, harvest done it could be a time of rest, but not yet the soil, the mother of it all [...]
Some are wont to say petroleum is true black gold Indeed we use it greatly making a thousand things It pushes our cars and trucks millions or billions of miles carrying us near and far to places we want to go But... (a magnificent word, eh wot?) But I'm thinking of another black gold that's [...]
Stop! Look! Did you see it? The word 'again'? It's two words, really: A and gain! Rain is a gain! The fields are soaking drinking it in Not much in ponds not much in ditches The soil is 'talking' saying 'It's okay". Are you not busy? Nothing to do? Ah, refocus is the word [...]
The maps are things of color sometimes a bit too much! This morning greens and yellows swath the screen across the state heralding rain aplenty again The picture from my window bears great resemblance too The rich black fields in contrast to the richest green of grass Thank goodness the purple leaf plum shade [...]