Muck Farm Moment, by Jim Farfaglia
I love to drive by them in spring,
black soil waking my winter eyes
weary from landscapes of white.
Oh, how their richness stretches far,
how they open with such promise
and foretell a bountiful season.
Soon, farmers will draw their tractors
back and forth, back and forth,
breaking open that promise
and planting it with hope;
trusting sun and rain and time
to reward their months of toil.
One day, their dreams come true
in a green, glorious goodness—
something we can only imagine
when we drive by each spring.