Smelling the Dairy Air*

 *see what I did there?

We live equidistant between two dairy farms


 

 

 

 

 

 

At this point in late winter the farmers around here are gearing up for their spring planting

Manure happens.







The trailer on the farmer's truck goes spray, spray, spray...



 

 

We have been getting a nose-full. Daily.

(Be glad smell-o-vision hasn't been invented.)

Today's poem is dedicated to our local farmers.

the farmer talks

of fertilizing the fields

slurried speech

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