Tended Still

While developing “Tended Still” I wrote down: 

It’s not a gps, pin or a tag 

But hills, fields and a weathervane that guide me home

Between centuries old stone and hand-built walls

By grazers and gazers

Where land and life are tended still. 

This farm spent years, possibly decades, without a human soul caring for it. Structures started to crumble. Slowly, the long grasses found space to stretch and nearby wildflowers began to ask their questions of the sun. I watched as the earth here became tended by softer souls than yours or mine.