Falling into fall

Fall on the farm doesn’t seem the same since Grandpa died.

No more mourning mama cows, missing their weaned calves.

No more old geldings leaning in the barn, tails swishing.

Fences fall in disrepair, no need to hold in or keep out.

The last of the oats are waiting for the combine,

this is the last year we grow in the soil.

Wind is what they grow here now.

Turbines humming,

growing energy

and not food

for a city.


Copyright 2o11, my take on the prompt for http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday-picture-prompt-autumn-in-october.html




  1. October 29, 2011 at 5:44 pm

    I love the way the lines dwindle as the time runs out on an older way of life – a clean way of living close to the ground. This is one of my favourite responses to the prompt.

    • shanyns said,

      October 29, 2011 at 7:02 pm

      Kerry – thank you so much! 🙂 Your observation is dead on, and I’m so glad you came by.

  2. Kay Davies said,

    October 29, 2011 at 6:52 pm

    Letting go of the past can be difficult, even to make way for the future. So perfectly exemplified here!

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

    • shanyns said,

      October 29, 2011 at 7:01 pm

      Kay – nice of you to come by, and yes that photo certainly made me think of change from seasons to technology to what we use our land for. Great to see you!

  3. October 29, 2011 at 7:06 pm

    Nice! The form fits so well; as the farm changes, the words dwindle.
    I especially noticed the line “wind is what they grow here now.” So evocative, so very like what an old farmer would say.

    • shanyns said,

      October 29, 2011 at 7:13 pm

      Mary Ann – thanks for coming by, I appreciate your comment! It is so true and I’ve heard older farmers say pretty much those same words. “Wind farm! What’s we grow instead of food!” and they harumph away. 🙂

  4. October 30, 2011 at 12:49 am

    This is so sad and the form of the poem impacts the message. Well written!

    • shanyns said,

      October 30, 2011 at 1:09 am

      Thanks for coming by, and yes for a farm girl it is sad 😦

  5. Ruth said,

    October 31, 2011 at 5:21 pm

    Wind is what they grow here now.

    That line alone holds a lot of power. A farm growing wind, who would ever have thought it? If wind could feed us…

    • shanyns said,

      November 2, 2011 at 4:31 pm

      Ruth – thank you. A farm growing wind is not something I would have imagined, but now where do we grow our food? Thanks for coming by.

  6. zongrik said,

    November 6, 2011 at 8:26 pm

    certainly things are not the same as they were in the past.


    • shanyns said,

      November 7, 2011 at 4:40 pm

      No they are not but sometimes that isn’t bad, and sometimes it is.

  7. November 14, 2011 at 9:05 am

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  8. Mohana said,

    November 18, 2011 at 8:11 pm

    This is so nice…you bring out the feelings of abandonment, with that tinge of sorrow, so clearly.

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