The morning began late for us today.
Breathing with ease the air of earth,
straw dust and sweet manure
Holding each others rough hand loosely –
nourished love in our palms,
we step back for the first time in a long while,
sigh deep in near-unison
and feel the strong pull
of the land beneath our feet.
Breathing with ease the air of earth,
straw dust and sweet manure
Holding each others rough hand loosely –
nourished love in our palms,
we step back for the first time in a long while,
sigh deep in near-unison
and feel the strong pull
of the land beneath our feet.
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The morning began late for us today.
Breathing with ease the air of earth,
straw dust and sweet manure
Holding each others rough hand loosely –
nourished love in our palms,
we step back for the first time in a long while,
sigh deep in near-unison
and feel the strong pull
of the land beneath our feet.
The way of life here is simple, yet something I prefer. I sit on the fence in my muddy jeans, sipping a sweet lemonade at the twilight of the day, watching the sun rise slowly and turn the sky a beautiful pink. The land is mine as far as I can see. God gave it to me.
The way of life here is simple, yet in a way superior. I sit on the grass by the fence and my uncle, sipping his sweet lemonade at sunrise. I watch his eyes light up with the sky and can wonder if the bright lights from my city home ever looked as beautiful. The land is his to care for as far as I can see. What has God given to me?
The way of life here is lots of fun. I wish I could stay here forever. I sit on a rock next to my dad as we sip our lemonade. My uncle has it right, though he works very hard. My dad seems to be missing something. Maybe he'll let me stay in the summer and help out here for a while. The land is all his, my uncle's, and the weight of gold couldn't be better. My dad shifts his weight and I turn my head.
"Son, city lights or this sky?"
I look back to the horizon, all swelled up in pink and I smile at the twinkle in his eyes.
"This sky." I reply without skipping a beat, and he pats my shoulder in agreement while my uncle hops from his perch on the fence.
"Ok boys." He says. "Let's get to work."
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