A RED BARN, A WINDMILL, A FARM AND THE EARTH THAT SURROUNDS THEM

Recalling my early childhood when mom and dad would have to go away..
 Leaving my brothers and sisters and I to stay with my aunt and uncle for a few days..

 They were hard working wheat farmers, tilling the rolling hills of the Palouse..
 The FARM was run with, what I know now, genuine ingenuity put to use..

 The air was sweet as you stepped outside to smell the EARTH around you..
 I recall , as a small child, the sun, moon and stars were so much brighter too ..

 The Farm was teaming with energy, with vibrancy, I always felt alive..
The RED BARN had cows that had to be milked long before the sun rose at five...

 There were chickens, a coop and plenty of farm fresh eggs to gather every day..
Even pigs grunting and routing around as my cousins slopped food to them each day ..

 The one thing that always held me spellbound was right in the middle of the Farm..
The WINDMILL .. it worked and gave energy to the farm , I marveled of its charm ..

 It stood so regal, like a giant, as this child stood and gazed skyward at its base .. I
 would gaze up at its whirling blades, as if it were chasing the wind in its face..

 Now when I see a windmill, still trying to stand erect in a vacant field, rusted and bent....
I can't help and wonder what it had done , so many years before it stopped and now irrevocably spent..

 How I do cherish those treasured memories so distant in my past..
The adventurous little girl , the excitement I recall , so many years ago, and how they went by so fast..

 Patsy McNutt Morgan
 04/22/13

Dedicated to my Aunt Lavina, Uncle Herb My cousins, Richard and Robert