The farm is an interesting place
you can see many animals living on the
edges of the fields and woodlots, sharing
the space with a plethora of machinery
some active and some kept for parts.
The animals are not wholly wild or wholly
tame, some like the birds, foxes and skunks
occupy the old buildings. It is the life we
have left them, a life on the margins. and an
evening stroll might lead to an encounter
with a piece of New Holland farm equipment
( shades of Swiss Family Robinson )
or a young buck.
The remnants of the old farm machinery
also fascinate me as I mentioned before.
I loved Ayn Rand's novel, Atlas Shrugged
when younger and even thought I am well
past any romantic view of the wonders
of industrialization I still read the old
trade names on the fading metal and
remember the images of industrialization and
mechanization and it's attendant machines
running down as the world slides towards
John Galt's new Utopia.
" Cocked in that land tactile as leaves
wild things wait crouched in those valleys
west of your city outside your lives
in the ultimate wind, the whole land's wave.
Come west and see: touch these leaves."
"Paddled in the bright grass, the old farm
Warm as a sack about me, feel the cold
Winds of the world blowing. The patched gate
You left open will never be shut again."
Invasion on the Farm