i want a white eyelet dress.
and cowboy boots.
i want chickens (four or five)
and a milking goat.
i want rows of peaches in my pantry.
and tomatoes.
i want a cold storage full of potatoes and apples.
and braids of garlic and onions.
i want to wear rubber boots and skirts
and a cap i knitted.
i want my children to know where carrots come from
and eggs.
i want sun-warmed quilts
and nights by a fire pit.
i want mason jars filled with peonies
and sunflowers.
i want lavender to grown beside salad greens
and blue morning glory beside pumpkins.
i want the skills that my grandparents taught
to not be lost.
feeding sheep, catching fish, hunting deer, crocheting blankets, shooting marbles, sewing clothes, and making grape juice. . .
fresh from my own vines.
these are the dreams of a farm girl who never had to do any chores--but to collect warm brown eggs, bottle-feed warm lambs, and pick warm raspberries.
As I read through your list, I know of so many of those items that you have already accomplished - you're remarkable to want to do the things that keep us close to home, family and appreciating all the miracles of nature.
Posted by: Colette | January 24, 2010 at 04:27 PM
aahhh... i can see it all in my mind. i think you're on your way.
Posted by: rachel | January 24, 2010 at 08:12 PM
Funny, your goals are awfully similar to Justin's...minus the wearing skirts stuff. I loved this. I didn't realize you were a poet. I think this should be published...in the Ensign if nowhere else. Please submit it to someone so the world can read it!!
Posted by: Bethany | January 27, 2010 at 08:16 AM