look, there's a farm

you have no
farm skills. you have
no agricultural knowledge,
no idea
what to do with a
cow or chicken.
you've only seen them
piecemeal
at the grocery store,
marked up or down
depending upon
the date they were
packaged and sealed.
your peas and carrots are in
frozen bags in the freezer.
you couldn't grow a beet
if your life depended on it.
but you like farms just
the same. it's nice to see
the farmers up on their tractors
with their straw hats on,
plowing, or something.
you like to ride by them
in your car, yelling
out the window to the horses.
hey horse. giddy up.
maybe give them a wave.
you like a red barn too,
a silo
gleaming as the sun rises.
you like the sound
of a rooster crowing,
and goats.
who doesn't like
the baying of goats.
or the sound of that metal triangle
thing on the front porch
when ma hits it with a spoon
calling everyone in for supper.
you like that noise.
it makes you wistful for
a simpler time.
a time you know nothing
about.