by Becky Seward This is a poem I wrote in 2006 for my undergraduate thesis at St. Mary’s College of Maryland, but I still find it relevant to the farm life I live today. It was written about my last day on a farm I worked on for nearly five years. Countless Green It was my first and last day on the plow in the secluded North Field our dream space Behind me behind the buzzing machine lay many pearly crests Her underbelly On my last farm day I sat baking in the warm sanctuary o