Josie’s Eyes
Grandpa, Dad, Megan, and I . . . and Josie’s eyes.
A generational affair, Josie is still walking in Grandpa’s path
on a trail from our farm’s start.
One man. One cow. Similar in the way they lead . . . acute to their surroundings.
The rest of us, farmers in training as dad builds up his herd
with Josie as the head.
Our family farm has given us freedom
and knowledge of how to use it.
My sister and I now stand on the horizon
ready to become part of a legacy
viewed
through Josie’s eyes.
Picking Wild Flowers 