Day One
Using yesterdays prompt.
I guess it's too late to live on a farm
as my memories do
to run through the fields with wind in my hair
sister, cousins,dogs too
I guess it's too late to live on a farm
with the wet smell of cow
silage and muck and the sweet scent of hay
tractor, earth furrows, plough
I guess it's too late to live on a farm
calves to feed, hands in milk
rides on our bikes along small country lanes
warm cats, cuddled, soft silk
I guess it's too late to live on a farm
it would never compare
primroses, violets, blackberries wild
to my memories there
I guess it's too late to live on a farm
idyllic in mind
but narrow, too insular, routine bound
not embracing mankind
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