I’m from Byemoor – no – that’s a town. From a farm, near Gough Lake. Okay. An alkaline slough bottom. How much land? Seems like a big number but everything’s relative, even home. I come from as much land as a man can farm singularly with occasional help in busy seasons. ~ Gayle Sacuta Gayle […]
Filed under: Gayle Sacuta, Writing the Land by akublik Date 17 September, 2007
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Uncle leads past antiquated threshers. I trail behind, step-in-step, wind baths my face sparrows whistling, to the farthest, littlest evergreen shelter-belt pivot. Pulls grass, gives attention, says nothing. Our offer complete, we turn back from the vulnerable edge of the farm, where it drops off into the vast prairie sky ~ Gayle Sacuta Gayle Sacuta […]
Filed under: Gayle Sacuta, Writing the Land by akublik Date 17 September, 2007
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