As the wind blows
Across the field
Through the trees
I begin to ponder
Whose spell I’m under
The growing clouds
The driving rain
The roll of far thunder
To live on a farm
Is to always be yourself
To follow your heart
Farming is a way of living
Being one with nature
Being one with all that is around you
It is like being under an awesome spell
One you never get over
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