Farm Poem 6

//Farm Poem 6

Farm Poem 6

So certain, this world
Filled with experts:
Instant analysis
When no one knows for sure why we sleep!

In the pasture,
Parted by tire gouges,
The soil sets about repairing itself,
Twin sutures healing while no one looks.

So sure! Doctors and lawyers and such–
Yet from the stone stable I see the boy,
Dead one hundred fifty years,
Watching for Confederate soldiers.

The sea washes over the sea;
The wind starts where?
No Icarus, these birds,
Who survey their winging breadth of sky.

By | 2019-03-04T22:14:53-04:00 March 4th, 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.


  1. Eliot Brenner March 5, 2019 at 5:44 pm - Reply

    Doctors and lawyers and such? Channeling Willie Nelson perhaps?

    • Forrest Pritchard March 5, 2019 at 6:20 pm

      Not channeling so much as intentionally quoting… in reverse. In other words, taking what he (ironically) espoused, and offering it up for fresh scrutiny 40 years later.

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