It’s Poetry Friday! Kimberley is hosting at Written Reflections and has a lovely post about hummingbirds.
As I type this, I’m with a team of colleagues in a hotel conference room in Pearl, MS, waiting for the next phase of work. We’re preparing photos and cutlines for a 2-page newspaper ad. It shows more than 40 champion livestock animals, their 4-H & FFA exhibitors, and generous buyers who provide scholarship funds. The Dixie National Sale of Jr. Champions is the culmination of years of hard work, training, and dedication. It’s a privilege to watch everyone work together to celebrate the kids, families, agents, and mentors.
Earlier this week, I sent out a plea for help finding a poem about women in agriculture for a video project (also for work). Thank you to all those who responded. The project is going to be delayed for a year, so we have a little more time to look!
The best part of this call for assistance, for me, was getting to read so many wonderful poems and finding new poets. Today I’m sharing a poem Diane Mayr sent to me. It captures the peace I hope our farm families found tonight as they returned home.
Let Evening Come
by Jane Kenyon
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Please read the rest here.