The days are getting shorter... Late spring-early summer tactics give way... All the while... the dark discovers the light, a minute or two sooner than it did yesterday...
I was there to see the Sun hang it's light on the fog;
AGRICULTURE!!!
Where it not for AmeriKa's farmers... Pacifistic vegetarians would shrivel up and blow away... Wouldn't that be a shame?
Farmers live their lives in repetitious cycles... Most have faith in the fact that: The full fruit of a labor of love lives in the harvest... And that always comes in its right season...
I am grateful for the ones who let me shoot their coyotes;
The farmer is grateful that neither of these two will be killing any of his calves;
I made it back to the truck and drank half a gallon of water... As I drove the dirt road home... With the windows down... The radio played Angels of the Silences...
The wheels turned to the sound of the moon...
I was there to see the Sun hang it's light on the fog;
AGRICULTURE!!!
Where it not for AmeriKa's farmers... Pacifistic vegetarians would shrivel up and blow away... Wouldn't that be a shame?
Farmers live their lives in repetitious cycles... Most have faith in the fact that: The full fruit of a labor of love lives in the harvest... And that always comes in its right season...
I am grateful for the ones who let me shoot their coyotes;
The farmer is grateful that neither of these two will be killing any of his calves;
I made it back to the truck and drank half a gallon of water... As I drove the dirt road home... With the windows down... The radio played Angels of the Silences...
The wheels turned to the sound of the moon...