Hekneby Farm

Hopeful green, like the sentiment
that must have invaded, when buying this rocky terrain;

Sheer white, like the snow I imagine
amusing your sleds
filled with the children that have gone and come;

Striking red, like the strength
of this alliance in our genes,
traveling through tides of time and continents of cultures;

Illuminated blue, like the horizon that will never
stop its walk, as long as we remain human
and our souls sing
for a family without end.