When the frost has knocked the plants to a deep winter's sleep,
and there is no more wheat left to reap,
We leave our farm yard on foot and bike,
introducing the kids to the art of a short little hike.
The hay yard to the north is a favorite spot,
the perfect distance for an evening jaunt.
Tons of hay, tons of barley, rows of straw and homestead history, too
And all around us the great Big Sky of blue.
Believe it or not, whatever you read or see:
There's a lot more to life out here than us just being "flyover" country.
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