Growing Up Rural

Overwhelming smell
And noise [MOO!] — but gentle eyes
Smooth snouted Holsteins

My father
Bought an old farm (no bother)
In whose fields I played– a wild
Child

Farm neighbor
Dairy barn, outdoor labor
Always something more to do
[moo!]

Time changes
Local scene rearranges
I look for cows, but I’m told,
“Sold.”

Hay mowing
Then baled — where is it going?
Farms are gone. Fodder ought not
Rot

Field of purple weeds
Ragged Robin volunteers —
Bemoan? No — embrace

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This is my response to this week’s W³ Challenge which was to combine two poetry forms. I think of my response as a sushi roll — the Haikus (bookends) are like the nori that wraps the sushi roll. The filling is made up of Deibide Baise Fri Toin, an Irish poetic form.

A Haiku is three line moment of insight. Suggested syllable count 5-7-5. A Haiku also has clear images and a turning point.

The Deilbide Baise Fri Toin is an Irish poetic form made up of quatrains, aabb rhyme scheme, syllable count 3-7-7-1.