- Never dig an outhouse hole deeper than what you can climb out of.
- The fluffiest cats were always skunks.
- Grabbing an electric fence in never fun, despite what your older brothers tell you.
- The facts belong to whichever sibling is telling the story.
- To judge a man, look into his friends eyes.
- It is never good to take a bath in the same water as the youngest child.
- Brakes on a John Deere only work if you can reach them.
- The best neighbors come when you holler.
- A man plows straightest when he looks at where he is going.
- When your hands are full, it is harder to pick a fight.
Dusty gravel roads
Near swaths of ripening wheat
-Father’s furrowed brow
I think of my father, especially when I am trying to solve a problem that requires some patience. When all seems lost, I think back to my days on the farm, remembering the endless chores and the way my father attacked them day after day after day. Dad’s stoic acceptance of running a small farm with old equipment held together with bailing wire and cardboard gaskets, in a weather cycle that didn’t produce enough rain to parch the sandy soil, taught me that even in a losing effort there are battles to be won.
Though our family gardens were doomed to be raided by the neighbor’s pigs and the Massey Harris combine and the old John Deere tractor were unwilling farm servants, dad always found ways to persevere. Even when most sane men would throw in the towel, his stubborn Midwestern will would drive him through the crisis.
I remember lots of happy times too. Noon-time meals with the entire family sitting down to meat and potatoes, covered in gravy served with Mom’s fresh white bread on a plate in the middle of the table. I loved hearing his lunch time dreams of tomorrow, when the next harvest would run over our bins.
I remember him during those times of joy and sadness and wish I could stand near him again to walk in those fields of Dakota. Even though Dad rests in peace, I just wanted to say just one more time, Happy Fathers’ Day dad; I love you this much.
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 154 Darkness/Deep
Deep within my soul
Love called tempestuous winds
To stir the darkness
Now my heart can sense the light
Where once only blackness dwelled
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 153 Star/Bloom
There for just one day
Delightful star of prairie
Blooms on summer stage
Souls soar in night air
Drifting dreams are captured there
– Poets tell us where
TJ’s Household Haiku
Drift / Air
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 152 Color/Warmth
When I was young, my grandmother had an old wood burning stove that she would use to heat the kitchen and make meals. She would get up early on cold winter mornings to stir the ashes and rekindle the fire. Once started, it would only take a few minutes for grandma and the fire to bring the house back to life.
Ash colored embers
Stoked deep in smoldering warmth
Gave our morning life