On my drive to the farm one morning this week,
NPR featured haiku about Washington DC's cherry blossoms. The short, simple poems were intriguing, and got me counting syllables. Haiku is perfect for me right now, since I feel too busy to write for very long, and the one other time I did sit down to write a blog post, I struggled to find the right words. So here are a few farm haiku to kick off my second season of blogging. I do realize that they probably won't make much sense to most of you, but as our local NPR host commented, the beauty of a simple haiku is lost if you have to explain it.
Plastic pipe, wood, wire:
A new home for the chickens.
But where are the eggs?
Last year they raised pigs
Now the ground's too hard to till
Forking breaks my back
Sore throat, cough, stuffed up
NCIS entertains
No farm work for me
Blackberry Dave disks
Saving us a week's labor
Worth every cent
Oops, there goes a pipe
Could the doggies be to blame?
Off to Home Depot
The weeds grow like mad
Undoing hard work so fast
Hope the plants grow, too
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