I miss the farm

Mom (the original hippie) had to sell the farm in 1983 after my step-father died, We spent spring break moving-out. I miss it soo much, I try on my little 1/2acre, but it will never be the same. Life is lacking fullness & spirituallity, I want to see calves being born & taking thier first steps, I want to give the kid goats bottles, I want to go to the livestock & farm implement auction, I want to drive the tractor while the guys bale hay,I want to see the baby chicks hatch, I want bunnies that we can name (pets) and bunnies that we are not allowed to name ('cause you cann't eat something with a name) I want to ride the horses bareback, I want to get yelled at, for not putting my hair in a braid when I ran wild in the fields and woods, while mom works-out the tangles and burrs, heck I wouldn't even mind running full boor into an electric fence in the dark, I miss carefully holding the barbed- wire while my sister crawls through (now that's trust) I miss laying on the floating dock and feeding the fish and I miss climbing trees(I had to teach my nieces and nephews how to when they moved to a little farm from the city last year, they hadn't even thought of it on thier own) I want to flip stones for crawdads, and build huge bonfires. If I could be a child again I promise I'd do my chores, but the moment I'm done I'd run off to the woods, pond, creek, feilds or barn. I'd yell " Ma I'm done with chores, I gotta go find an adventure" as the WOOD screen door creaked and slammed shut. Then I runn home when the bell rang for dinner, so I could wash-up by the pump, "And those feet too, they are filthy, Girl! Where are your shoes? I want to stick my feet in the mud and feel it squish between my toes. I want to eat black berries straight off the bramble "Let me see your tounge, you ate more than you picked, now we won't have enough for Christmas pies" I hope all you folks thay are fortunate enough to live on a farm, have children in your life to share it with, and realize that farm life is truelly one of Gods blessings. Farm life is just echoes in the past for me now. I think that I'll go up to Uncle Dan's Farm and see if he needs any help and remind him that it is the only place in the world that I feels like home to me. Have a Blessed & Happy Easter