Farming
It is a job full of long hours
in all temperatures, and lots of hard work.
But it is so much more than that.
It is scars, callouses, broken bones,
Stitches and bruises.
It is sunshine and storms, dirt under your nails
And straw in your boots.
It is early mornings and late nights and long days.
It is the joy of a good harvest, the beauty of a sunset
The peace in the barns
It is a calf in your kitchen, a dog in your truck
And freedom in your soul
It is faith, determination and accomplishment
It is fears, tears, laughter and love
It is a way of life, a sense of pride, a family affair
It is home
And there is no place I would rather be.
Jack’s chores are all done. It is time to rest.
November 13, 1953 - January 3, 2025
