The fields stretched on forever in
my youthful eyes.
A fence that surrounds the acres
of land
the rows of vegetables blooming large
and sometimes all at once.

We field the manure from the two-story
barn spread last fall and early
spring for rich dirt
vitamins for the plants.

The barn’s newborn furry animals
that you hold
warm in your hand
with a frantic mother.

In the hen nest, reaching for her eggs
get a peck or two
but warm on this cold
morning,

The Holsteins anxiously
await for their buckets, and hay
from the loft
waiting to end their bloating
of their bags.

Vitamin D
warm, rich, nutritious, good fats
to those in need.
And babies bones
become strong for the future.

Spring is mending time
we gather
my dad
with tools
boards,
barbed wire,
to keep our animals in
and others out.

There is no ending
only beginnings to farming.