sending a little prayer up with the dust
up before the sun, same as always
city folks think food comes from the store. bless their hearts
the sky out here at night makes you feel real small in a good way
tractor broke down again. so did my patience
rain finally came. the whole county exhaled
a good harvest is just a year of worry that ended well
my grandad farmed this land, my grandkids might too. that's the whole point
nothing wrong with a hard day and an early bed