Dear Hippie Chick Farm,

 Dear Farm that I love,

Your an oasis in the desert 

of my life. 

Your greenery and growth

are a blessing and a curse. 

Requiring time invested 

going round and round 

on the magical machinery 

that shortens the growth

of grass and weeds and the dreaded

pig weed. 

Every day I chase the chickens

and count the eggs 

and watch those little raptors

race for the cat food.

Elvis the Rooster 

calling his girls

when he find something tasty. 

Goats that bombard me

planning their escape

while I slip in and out of the pen.

Cats, cats.... everywhere cats.

Much as I love them

they are a lot.

A lot of crying, purring and such.

A lot of grey stripes and tails and 

toes. 

Everywhere a cat. 

These are the things I love most.

Thank you dear farm

for bringing me solace, 

tranquility,

disguised in the form of chaos,

and satisfaction

that comes from chasing the critters

big and small

dawn to dusk and beyond.

Your simplicity

and complexity

both intrigue and inspire me.

Thank you for the life your give me.

-Carrie Horn

I love our rainbow, though we are trying to add to our diversity of color.