Farm girl

I’m up extra early.

Soon I’ll be joining hoards of cell phone texting commuters, cruising to the city for work.

But for a few brief moments, I walk the rows of corn stalks reaching for the sky.

I watch barn swallows dance figure eights against dawn’s blue sky canvas.

I listen to the sheep, baaing their morning song from hilly green pastures.

And I stop to see my sweet young friend.

I’ll always be a farm girl at heart.