Farm Poem 5

//Farm Poem 5

Farm Poem 5

Sometimes folks visit the farm, and offer what they must believe are helpful suggestions. I always listen—you never know what you might learn! But commonly, I find this advice to be untethered to any sort of pragmatic agricultural rationale. In fact, from what I can tell, this unsolicited counsel is (more often than not) based on opinions that have no experiential foundation in farming whatsoever. Most confounding of all, this logic is seasoned with the pepper of personal feelings, and the salt of subjective emotions.

What a strange way to attempt to communicate with someone! Here’s an example, from a conversation I had last July.

Old dead apple tree

Farm Poem #5

“It’s sad,” he said gravely, gesturing. “What will you do?”
“With the apple trees?” I replied. “They’re dead.”
He nodded. “But still.” He shook his head. “You should do something.”
“Like, perform mouth-to-twig resuscitation?”
He ignored this. “Do you plan to replant them? The fields just look…
I don’t know. So vacant.”

And the cattleman in me wants to ask this
Economist if he plans to help;
For if he doesn’t know the first thing about apples
Then I don’t know the second,
No more than the serpent understood gravity,
Or Newton original sin.

“But still,” he repeats, his eyes far away,
“It’s sad. Just letting them die like that.”
And beyond the tangle of black limbs and 
Bracken, creeper snaking through poison ivy,
Rose hips thorning hackberry bark,
Bloated branches of fire smut,

Trunks cankered and split, punked hollow,
My eyes fly far, too,
Past all resemblance of what it meant
–economically, ecologically, energetically–
To keep this old orchard orcharding,
And I see his blue sky, bold, unmarred,

Where silver dream-liners soar
Turbulence-free to tropical destinations,
Cocktails served at thirty five thousand feet,
Views unimpeded.
I see people, and more people.
I see their foreground,

And I see their distance,
And I am not afraid.


By | 2019-02-25T22:00:47-04:00 February 25th, 2019|Farm|2 Comments

About the Author:

Forrest Pritchard is a full-time sustainable farmer and New York Times bestselling author, holding a BA in English and a BS in Geology from William & Mary. Smith Meadows, his farm, was one of the first “grass finished” operations in the country, and has sold at leading farmers’ markets in the Washington DC area for two decades. Pritchard's books have received starred reviews from The Washington Post, Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, NPR, and more.

2 Comments

  1. Selena March 26, 2019 at 11:18 am - Reply

    Forrest – just read poems 5 through 9. Made my morning! Keep it up.

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