The Farm

Oh farm,
your grass is as green as the limes we
pick off the trees.
The sun shines bright purple and orange
as it goes down as slow and graceful as a
feather falling in the sky.

You talk to me with the wind and sing
to me with birds.
Your creek flows with water as cold as my feet
when I walk on the wooden floor in the morning and
with rocks as smooth as the butter that we make
from the cows milk in the afternoon

Farm, you make me feel calm and at home
while I sit on your paddocks
with my favourite dog, Lucy.

Oh farm, how I adore you.