I’m a plainsman who always wanted a field.
Seedbag over my shoulder, I stood above the till lines
ready to throw.

A bluebird sky held a gently swaying breeze
and my hand threw life into the soil.

I was a sailor standing starboard
when the great wave crashed.
Taking the mainstay, I hoisted anchor
and let the skiff float adrift.
When I woke on the beach it was nearby.

Standing in the mountain valley,
my tanned buffalo hide was just right
for the stiff winter’s winds.
I finished chopping wood and
retired into the bright cabin’s warmth

A man alone, I stand as generations before
neither a hero nor a slouch
I build, create, grow, harvest, and nourish
Nature is my companion and
God is always by my side.

Published by Adam

Adam F. C. Fletcher helps organizations engage people more successfully. Contact him by calling (360) 489-9680 or emailing info@adamfletcher.net.

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