As I drive by this glorious view —
This fence, this field, that barn, those trees,
Those fabulous mountains —
I wonder what it’s like to live off the land:
Impoverished, but surrounded
By natural splendor; tied to and governed by
The vicissitudes of nature and the territory
Even as its beauty feeds our souls.
My father-in-law grew up on a farm like that,
And left as soon as he was able.
How will our children,
Genetically drawn to that way of life,
Manage the internal push and pull
Between the longing for a simpler existence
And the drive to succeed and survive?
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