Wisconsin & A Word to the Wise

By Jennifer Frost

Wisconsin

Along a gravel road, there lay a farm,
A range of ground owned by my relatives.
Their kitchen overlooked the bottom field
Where hay grew silver-green around the barn
And horses stood in stalls by cows whose milk
Was sold. A diesel tractor pulled the plough

That tilled three hundred acres. Mud-caked plough
Blades turned a quarter acre for a farm
Wife’s …