Death in the country

Windbreak that wasThe cows go first from off the land,
leaving barns behind.
Eventually, paint fades, cracks, peels.
Weeds grow where feet once churned
muddy/manured cow yards.
Empty hay mangers
fall to pieces.

Wooden fence posts die,
hauled away with their three-strand barb wire and
their porcelain electric fence insulators and
their hollow insides where bluebirds nested.
Cornfields march across quarter sections,
eating abandoned pastures.

In town, the drug stores close.
Groceries, too, leaving
empty storefronts and thrifts on Main Street and
Walmart sprawling over the old Johnson farm
at the edge of town.

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  1. Reblogged this on kennyturck and commented:
    It’s time to farm farmers dad…

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