Dreaming of Farming

My mother first gave me this poem when Jacob was a little boy and he spent hours “farming”.  A few weeks ago I happened to hear it recited on the radio just as Jacob was walking out the door after dinner on Friday (transitioning from a college student during the week to a farmer on the weekend).

HE’S FARMING AT MY FEET  

The operations cease during school hours;
but the return of the yellow bus
signals a kind of sunrise
and the return to work
for idle augers, discs,                                                                                                   Little Jacob pond equip (2)
feed grinders,
and tractors that I’ve
tripped over all day.
They’ve sat motionless
on the fields of plywood subfloor
and an occasional plot of throw rug.

But now,
the owner/operator is back;
and work needs to be done
before the twilight
of supper settles in …
and an evening of television stars                           LIttle Jacob Planter (2)
twinkle
in a night sky
viewed
through an electric window.

But he’s farming now
at my feet. As real as this activity is for him,
it must be me
whose head is in the clouds
as I move through the house
and peer down
at the miniature activities
taking place on the floor level.

Empty vinyl milk cartons                                                                               Little Jacob Christmas (2)
will hold
the grain he has harvested,
and his seed-corn cap announces
the current favorite.

He’s farming
at my feet,
in a world he’s created
out of Christmas presents,
birthday gifts,
and an occasional reward
for a good report card.

Tomorrow morning,                                                                                                                                                  Little Jacob Cows (2)
after he stands in a mirror
and brushes his flattop,
he’ll come over to hug me good-bye
a few inches higher
than he could reach last year.
I understand what all this
farming is producing.

I have a son
who is no taller than a ditch weed
yet whose eyes
are on elevations much higher
than the September corn
around our home …
and he’s going to get there
farming …
at my feet. 

by David Williamson

WOW!  Where has the time gone?!  This spring a documentary, Farmland, is scheduled to be released that chronicles the next generation of farmers and ranchers across the United States.  I can’t help but think how this fits Jacob now like the poem did so many years ago.

Here are a few comments from the website :  Most Americans have never stepped foot on a farm or ranch or even talked to the people who grow and raise the food we eat. Farmland will take an intimate look at the lives of farmers and ranchers in their ’20s, all of who are now responsible for running their farming business.

Through this film you’ll step inside the world of farming for a first-hand glimpse into the lives of young farmers and ranchers. Learn about their high-risk/high reward jobs and passion for a way of life that has been passed down from generation to generation, yet continues to evolve.

The film is being produced with the generous support of the U.S. Farmers & Ranchers Alliance® (USFRA®)

On the website you can view the trailer and more information about the movie http://www.farmlandfilm.com/

The movie Farmland follows six farmers, all in their 20’s, through their day-to-day struggles and successes. The farmers hail from all parts of the country, and grow a variety of crops and livestock under diverse production practices.

I am really looking forward to seeing the movie!

Take care,

Julie

P.S.  Snickers made the blog again this week.  Do you see her?

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6 thoughts on “Dreaming of Farming

  1. Love looking at your blog, Julie! Thanks for posting the poem. The poem is great for our 2 boys. I am going to copy, paste & print it for those numerous pictures I have of our boys doing the same thing as Jacob. BTW Jacob is growing into such a fine young gentleman (and Emily is such a sweet beautiful young lady). You’ve done well. I did find Snickers, camoflauged right next to Jacobs feet in the tractor :). Keep up the good work, have a great week and I look forward to next weeks post! ~Vicki
    PS Tell the family “Hi” from us!

  2. I love this poem! I can see this hanging on my wall will a collage of pictures of my boys around it. It won’t be long before mine aren’t farming the floors and gardens any longer either.

    I would love it if you would come over to my blog Tales of A Kansas Farm Mom and link this post to my new Country Fair Blog Party. It’s a great place to meet new bloggers. Have a fabulous day! http://talesofakansasfarmmom.blogspot.com/2014/03/country-fair-blog-hop-2.html

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