Short pastoral poem extolling rural life?

Apr 7, 2008 2:16 PM By Duane Botzek, Foley, MN Took a walk down the Bar B's trail today

Walked until the sun set…stop'en to pray

Then walked on after the last glimmer of twilight was gone

White lines on a broken road guided my feet

Felt a light burn of the sun through a hole in my jean

Corn fields on the sides of me in fifty shades of green The glassed-glossy colors of the corn in full bloom and my eye moved

Across the tassels, along the leaves to sensual painted silk

Down the deep green stalk into the shadowiness sage green

Smears of colors drawing me down the row and in-between

Remembering all the hues of green on my color chart

Right before me this special night in fifty shades of green I breathe like never before in the pure oxygen breezing from the fields

Engulfed me in sweet-scent streams all-encompassing like layered satin sheets

In stillness the tittle-tattle of a pheasant hen chit chatting with her brood

Her timbre voice reverberates in the air bouncing off the moon

All that I see, touch, taste and feel…feels so blessedly clean

Reflected by light in fifty shades of green Took a walk down Bar B's trail today

Walked and I walked and my feet never wanted to stop

Even a field of corn when the Light is right has colors in my heart go flip-flop

Sometimes I think that a walk like this is what I live to do

God gives me colors and every year I see a new shade of green

Since I was born I have seen more then fifty shades of green Soon I will watch the fall as it comes

In just the right sums

The corn will be harvested

And cattle turn loose to glean

But in my heart layered like satin sheets

Will be fifty shades of green

= Love of the Land = May 10, 2007 10:55 AM By Terri Lemmon | Amelia, Nebraska It's a hard feeling to describe,

this emotion that swells inside.

Each time I fondly gaze,

on the land where I was raised. I see memories of happy times,

and hear the laughter so clear.

I smile as I remember -

and can almost touch the images so near. I also get a little sad,

when thinking about those that are gone.

I feel so close to them here

on the land we all lived on. The thing is you can't describe it

to those that put money before all.

It's not the monetary rewards that make you

feel the pride, the love, the call. But for those who do understand,

these lines are meant for you

We have been blessed with a good life

and a satisfied feeling known to so few. So when you say your prayers,

and thank the Good Lord above,

Remember to add how thankful you are

to be safe and free on the land that you love.