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.