farm boy

you miss your farm.
your chickens.
that cow.
the horses and goats.
those pigs in their muddy
pen.
how you long to get
up at sunrise
to the rooster's crow again,
fetching eggs
from the coop,
filling the cold
bucket with milk
from the mooing cows.
how you miss the fields
of corn. the plowing
and harvesting
of potatoes and beans,
the rows and rows
of radishes
that you plucked from
the ground on bended knees,
stacking hay
until sunset in the barn.
you miss praying for rain,
then praying for it
to stop.
you miss your farm,
but this new condo
in the city is kind of
nice too with wi-fi
and a pool.