A Farmer’s Dream
the old wooden fence,
standing crooked on arthritic knees,
aged and aching,
built by a grandfather,
almost a hundred years ago,
sheltering cattle from the Nebraska snow,
year after year,
the wood,
a faded gray,
petrified,
hard as stone,
standing even after the farmstead abandoned,
outlasting the grandfather,
and his dreams,
his children and grand children all moved away,
city dwellers,
dependent on others for food,
and finance,
as if his dreams in vain.
Douglas Polk
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