Finding Words

I hesitate, picking up my pen and putting it down again.
I hang back – safe in the shadows of Black Walnuts and weathered boards.

I stumble as I try to find the words –
the words of your story.
Is it possible that I am not suitable to tell this story?
The story of a man –
 who strived for perfection and seldom tolerated mistakes?
The story of a place –
fertile and once immaculately kempt?
The story of a life –
brimming with hard work, simplicity and pride?
You surpassed my age by six decades,
leaving me with but a sense of nostalgia for a time I never lived.
I hold fast to the years here with you,
Cling to the stories you told,
And cherish this farm you called home.
How can that be near enough to truly tell your story?

About the author


I am a child of God -- seeking daily to walk in the Way. I am the daughter of a farmer. I am married to an awesome man who makes it possible for me to live out my dream of keeping the farm that has been in my family for 110 years. I am the mother of two. We have laying hens for eggs, raise our own chicken, pork and beef as well as have a large garden. We sell the excess produce at our roadside stand along with my crafts and photography. Thanks for reading about our adventures. God bless!

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