Connected to the earth and our farm

From May 19 - May 28, 2010, six of us visited our Czech cousins in Prague and south Bohemia. Today, when I worked out, I listened to Writers Almanac, March 15, 2010. Garrison Keillor read a poem, 'Fields,' that reminded me of our farm and our visit to where Grandma and Grandpa Vlach came from.

Grandpa Vlach's birthplace - Kunicek, Bohemia. Old building in the background was there before Grandpa left the farm.

Grandma Vlach's birthplace, Prestineca, Bohemia

When Garrison Keillor read

these lines from a poem,

"Fields' by Faith Shearin, he

touched on experiences that I

have when I'm at our farm.

"I have taken root in my grandfather's
fields:

I may walk streets

of this century and make my living in an office
but my blood is old farming blood and my true

self is underground like a potato. At the opera
I will think of rainfall and vines. In my dreams
all my corn may grow short but the ears will be
full...

"I have taken root in my grandfather's

fields:....