I walked along the corn field
trying to guess potential yield.
I notice the broken stalk and
the ear that had been nibbled
and curse the deer for stealing
my struggling corn crop.
The doomsday phrase “extreme
drought” leaves my future in doubt.
I worry and fret over the cost to
plant and harvest non-existent crops.
Can I survive if truly all is lost?
Up one row to the right I glance
and her presence I notice by chance.
A tranquil private moment I spy-
the beauty of Diana’s creature,
her serenity nearly moved me to tears.
Tractors, planters and yields no longer matter
I could only feel an enormous guilt
of destroying her home with every
fence, furrow, and field we farmers built.
Her presence my world did shatter.
How dare I feel it is my land
when her gentle kind have been
roaming these plains longer
than I could ever imagine.
Money is all I stand to lose with
no rainfall coming to quench
the thirst of the dry cracked soil.
She sleeps and looks peaceful,
but the corn is her only meal
and water is even more elusive.
Silently I walk back to the farmhouse
grateful for all that I have.