Farmstead Intimacy

Let the aches and pains

remind me of the contentment

I experience when

working with my hands.

Gentle wind in my face,

sun caressing my back,

sweat stinging my eyes

as I work upon the land.

The smell of exposed soil,

memories of spring plantings,

struggling to curb my excitement

in anticipating of plants to grow.

Whether orchard or garden,

I reflect upon Nature’s wonder.

Smiling at sacred mystery,

when seedlings push-up from below.

Reflecting on loving advice,

when using tools of my forefathers,

what some would call toil

has evolved into poetry.

As I labor in quiet enjoyment,

witnessed by cottontails,

blue jays and squirrels,

I hum a thankful melody.

Living on 30 acres F. C. Appelhanz is often given the amazing opportunity of witnessing Nature’s wonder.