This week, a poem from my Aunt Jeanette. As a side note, I’m often amazed at the quirky similarities between the two of us. When I was younger, I used to spend HOURS in the loft of the old barn, just me and the pigeons, writing poems. My mom saved boxes of my old “stuff” and I recently went through them and had some laughs at the little haikus and poems and random thoughts I had when I was 10. But I think the love for writing, whether it be a book or poem or now blog posts, was passed down from my grandpa to my aunt and also to me. So when Aunt Jeanette sent this poem, I smiled to myself and thought, “I am proud to be like her.” Enjoy.
Another year almost over – Two Thousand, Thirteen,
And my, oh my, what a year it has been!
I’ve shared with you some of our life’s ups and downs,
Our worries, our tears, our smiles, and our frowns.
A farmer’s life can’t help being somewhat of a mess,
And in a way writing eased some of my stress.
We had a tough year in south central Nebraska,
“But it won’t last, will it?” I think I must ask ya.
You’ve heard of my plants, our crops that had hail,
Our awesome family who stuck together without fail.
You learned of my days of teaching third grade,
And some of the messes our three young sons made!
I was met with a challenge by my wonderful niece,
And when I began writing, my mind felt at peace.
Though some days I haven’t known quite where to start,
I love writing for you – it comes straight from my heart.
My wish, my friends, as the Christmas Star shines above,
Is a year blessed with Happiness, Faith, Hope and Love.
Until we walk again …
Our latest ZimmPoll asked the question, “ Which winter farm shows/events are you planning to attend?”
