Yesterday... <br /> <br />The sun shone <br />brilliantly <br />down on the farm. <br /> <br />This morning... <br /> <br />As we await <br />daylight <br />to enter the sky, <br />thunder growls <br />outside my window, <br />and rain pelts my roof. <br /> <br />Today.... <br /> <br />Farming is <br />a venture in hope, <br />an exercise touched by <br />futility <br />gracefully given <br />by Mother Nature <br />to all, <br />including those <br />who will not tire <br />in their delusions <br />that man can <br />have a say <br />in how <br />she plays her hand. <br /> <br />Tonight... <br /> <br />We know, <br />as we exercise <br />complete control <br />over <br />what will be <br />the big meal <br />of the day. <br />We may grill <br />our chops <br />in the early breeze <br />of dusk........ <br />Weather permitting.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weather-permitting/
