Meg's Scribbles and Short Poems

1. "One of my greatest dreams is to see small dairy farms once again, in humble operation, fill the countryside. A farm with 40 cows, some pigs, horses, sheep, and chickens over every hill, and around every curve. Made strong by the hands of families who work together. Alas, the value of milk though, must be greater than the costs to produce it, and not just every 2 years or so. It needs to be greater every year." -A Grownup Named Meg

2. "No cash in your pocket because the money is already spent. It's spent in the fields and in the barns. There it came from, and there it will return. There's so little left to live on, it's hard to carry on. Deep down in that pocket lies something else though, something more sacred I'd say. For as you work...you pray.

   You pray in thankfulness for what you do have and you keep those prayers close, stored away. You have something to pass to your children, something they probably won't get any other way. The price of land will only go up, the hard truth everyone knows. This farm may be their only chance to ever own land and livestock of their own." -A Grownup Named Meg