Saturday, June 19, 2010

In which we celebrate Saturday Stories : Directional Poem

Directions to the Farm

Get into your efficient shiny city car
Stickered with pithy city wisdoms, and drive
into the biggest traffic jamnation you can find.
Inch between delivery vehicles with your AM Radio
keeping you alert, the shrill insistent messages drilling
essential information and the essential advertisements of impending crisis.

Keep driving.

When the grim grey streets beside the freeway
Start to give way to gentler, greener places wandering away to parts unknown,
take the off-ramp.

Your radio station gradually changes
The syndicated city cynicism fades
The speakers play somebody’s mama twanging a banjo and
Humming a bluegrass tune.
You join in on the chorus, although
You’ve never heard the song before now.

Re-fuel at the gas station that also sells coffee and fresh eggs
and worms,
The attendant may greet you and show you the poster on the
Cash drawer: the local theater group performs tomorrow; her daughter
Is in the show. Maybe she’ll see you there, that would be good.

Roll down the windows. Hang your hand over the warm car door.

Loosen your collar.


Breathe the odors of animals and strawberries.

When you pass the combines harvesting hay and your cell phone battery sputters out,
turn and come up the road
to the farm driveway.

Open the gate, and roll down towards the house.

Park next to
An old farm truck, faded now.

An old farm cat naps on the sunny truck hood
Opens one tawny eye to say hello.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

In which something bad happens, but not to anybody at our farm

When I went riding Saturday afternoon with Jennifer and her "baby" horse Mateo, the sun was shining, the horses were happy, and all seemed right with the world.

Later that day, apparently, somebody left the trailhead, and within 3/4 miles of leaving the parking lot, the back door of their horse trailer opened, and a horse fell out and was dragged for more than a mile.

Link to the article in the Seattle PI

Accusations have been flying, names are being named, and everybody is upset about the horse's gruesome end.

Have you ever had a bad feeling while you were hauling your rig? Have you ever stopped the truck to run back and check on a door that is already secure, just because you couldn't quite remember if you'd latched it tightly already?

I have.

I've even blocked traffic to do it. And after reading the reports, I will now continue to smile and wave apologetically at the angry drivers behind me as I hop out of my truck and race to the rear to check it whenever I get that bad feeling.

In this instance, maybe the horse owner was to blame. Maybe it was a horrible accident. As far as that horse is concerned, it doesn't matter anymore.

What does matter is that each and every one of us make a promise for now until we hang up our keys forever, that we will check those latches, every single time.

I promise. Do you?

Monday, June 14, 2010

In which a party invitation is extended to our Blog Friends

We're having a party, and readers of this blog are invited!
Won't you join us?

Come to Haiku Farm, meet the horses, pet the goats, laugh at the dogs, admire the chickens, and have a lovely afternoon.

We'll supply hot dogs and marshmallows, plus a nice fire for cooking them. You bring food to share, plus your friends and family.

DATE: next Sunday, June 20th
(it's Father's Day--you can bring your dad!)

TIME: 4ish to 8ish
(earlier or later is good, too)

PLACE: Haiku Farm, The Swamplands USA
(email me privately for directions: aarenex AT haikufarm DOT net)
We look forward to seeing everyone!