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I love being on the farm
for
its morning dawns, cooing doves, ringing alarms, two butter sticks softening in a saucer dish next to an old percolator, and the fresh Folger's coffee brewing in an idle kitchen

I love being on the farm
for
playing in the hay loft, feeling excitement surrounded by feral kittens and running rats, and day dreaming of a plan to befriend them

I love being on the farm
for
getting lost in the three foot tall alfalfa pastures, seeing my dog in the distance, roll happily in sweet cow pies

I love being on the farm
for
swatting tails, sticky pink and warm tongues, and kind eyes peering sideways from the narrow stalls

I love being on the farm
for
partaking in the small county fairs, believing in those principled Lutheran’s sermons and tasting the Summer’s sweet year-end ice cream socials.

I love being on the farm
for
the memories of my grandparents’ larger-than-life stories, their undying love for the land and their animals, and mostly for, the seeds they have forever sown in me.