Originally Posted by Karen
This farm in not for sale
It is where my heart belongs
Here, amidst the fields and bar
Between the floorboards on the house
In the haystacks and the sunlight
Here my heart beats
This farm cannot be sold,
It is where my memories reside
And where my future will be rooted
It is from this dirt my dreams are nutured
These rocks, this sky are as much a part of me
As my blood and bone
My eyes know how to spot the constellations here
What time of night Orion wheels above the barn
My senses were formed, and are informed here
Give me a whiff of air, and I can tell you the season
This farm, its buildings, its barns
Its fields and grounds
Keep me in this world,
This farm is my foundation
Yes, you, my family, you, too are part of me
But if you are far away, and I am here
I can connect with you by voice, by letters, by email
But the farm needs to be beneath my feet
It cannot phone, it knows not how to write, type
It knows, simply, how to be
To just be the farm
And that is all I need it ever to be.