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Passing through the Flint Hills in Late Autumn

In the vastness of the Flint Hills, I marvel at the courage and hope of the homesteaders, those whose determination wanted something more than easy lives. Continue reading

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Autumn on a Misty Morning

A dozen shades of prairie grass
cast their colors
between the bare tans of dirt Continue reading

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After the Storm

but I think
that when we have survived the storm
we ought to be cautious
in noting our inconveniences. Continue reading

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Extending the Pasture

We work along the eastern edge, cutting back the branches and bushes that have pushed out into the field. With one horse and good rains, this small pasture would be large enough. But in the strange dry and chill of … Continue reading

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Harvest

I’ve read and been told (and sometimes, twice is enough to get the job done) that the olfactory nerves are hardwired directly into the brain and that this explains why a certain scent can trigger vivid memories. Continue reading

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Good Workers

He knew that it was easy to become discouraged when we feel unappreciated, when our efforts seem to go unnoticed and things are not always fair. But he also knew that those who continue to lift the extra weight, walk the extra steps, or take the extra duty have a satisfaction that the others will never know. Continue reading

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Oak, Wheat & The Word

He worked his hands in dirt, almost, it seemed, from the time of his birth. The years of his youth were spent in tobacco and corn. He was born to work the way some men are born to wealth. Continue reading

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