Over the splattered barn gate
Just across the drive outside
Squealing, happy children
Running, trying to hide

Through the smudged window
Hiding the valley crops
Thick blanket of fog rests gently
Uncertain where it stops

From the full feed alley
The fall trees are a sight
All colors of the rainbow
So incredible and bright

Peeking round the barn door
On the sand pile way up high
A wild-haired girl gives orders
Her dog and cows comply

Peering through the tight screen
In the cows’ return lane
Silver spider webs float loosely
Some leave, many remain

Content cows in barn
Placidly chewing, dreaming
All down the stalls
Warm breath steaming

Crunching on the gravel
Gazing up at the sky
I hear before I see them
At last, honking geese pass by

Above the sink of bubbles
(I plunge my hands in deep)
The wooly bodies graze freely
I sigh, breathe, count my sheep

Admiring the night sky
While walking hand in hand
Cora and I stop, enchanted
Stars so very grand

Surveying the spent garden
Next year’s plan I ponder
More flowers, more bouquets
Scheming mind starts to wander

Cool fall rain dropping
Catch it in my fingers
Sweet, fresh, crisp, clean
The scent, long-lasting, lingers
Listing all my thankfuls
Walking dew soaked lawn
Crickets quietly singing
Peaceful hour before dawn

Wonders all around
Finding peace in the mundane
Within me worries stew
Focus, breathe deep, stay sane
    Jacqui and her family milk 800 cows and run 1,200 acres of crops in the northeastern corner of Vernon County, Wisconsin. Her children, Ira (14), Dane (12), Henry (7) and Cora (4), help her on the farm while her husband, Keith, works on a grain farm. If she’s not in the barn, she’s probably in the kitchen, trailing after little ones, or sharing her passion of reading with someone. Her life is best described as organized chaos – and if it wasn’t, she’d be bored.