Vanishing
Dream
The warmth of a winter barn…the
sweet smell of silage and fresh manure.
Cats lined up…hoping to get
sprayed.
Grandpa’s work ethic…rippling
muscles…love of life…put me in awe.
Picking rock…baling hay…sweat of
accomplishment.
The morning rooster…drowning out
a distant thunder.
Slaughter…fresh liver…fried
sweetbreads…headless chickens one last sprint before a swim.
Tasting the dust…the old Case
makes another round.
Deep furrowed memories…make me
who I am.
These and hundreds of other
stories…dreams of an old man.
The farm…heaven for a boy!
Inspired
by…Grandpa Emil…Leeds, North Dakota…The Family Farm...
Who I Am & Providence
Who I Am & Providence
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