Primary evening in farm country,
red barn, blue sky, yellow grain,
sun-washed day winding down,
every other farm a working farm, hanging on,
every other farm abandoned to storage and grazing.
A family walks the road with their old dogs,
a peaceful outing under crossing birds after supper,
clover and timothy growing to the edge of the pavement,
the macadam quiet and warm without traffic,
milkweed ready to bloom, full of promise,
clouds going pink on an unbroken horizon.
May the young ones return
when they've saved it.
May they live long and prosper.
