A home on the range
once would have been odd,
but strangely these days
it’d garner a nod.
I don’t think I could
till the land myself.
I’d rather have books
than tools on my shelf.
But there’s something nice
about having land
and animals there
to help make a stand.
One should be able
to provide for life
without city folk
around to cause strife.
I guess a farmer
lurks somewhere inside,
that up until now
felt he had to hide.
