Once Upon a Time

Once upon time there was a farm
nested at the foot of a craggy hill
far from the city and the bustling crowds
entrenched between a rough track and a vine field

On the lower part grazing was sown
corn, wheat and barley dyed the landscape
with warm tones of smashing gold
and yellowish blazing shades

Scarecrows were scattered along the plantation
dressed with straw hats and mended clothes
their performances were never up to their roles
birds always took a shifty advantage on others’work

Every summer when harvest was made
a big fire was set at the threshing floor
workers gathered around for the maize shelling
dancing and singing blessings for another fruitful yield

At the star lights everyone was eager
for the next red corncob to be revealed
so that a kiss would be stolen among the favorites 
anxious to be finally committed

From the house we could see the small creek
flanked by poplar trees and towering oaks
where horses quench their thirst whenever they needed
and birds roosted among the tall green ferns

Standing outcropped at the top of the hill
seven old windmills were now being swallowed
by climbing leaves, shrubs and overgrown trees
forgotten by men neglected by time

Their wooden arms were broken
Their white sails were hung and faded
Their stone bodies were cold and exposed
Their souls were slashed by unforeseen blizzards

Tormented by the farm’ s state of disrepair
We’re aimed to return the premises to its thriving days
When earth was the core of our essence
When the wind brought us encouraging messages

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