Yolanda

Photo of Yolanda by Brett Hochmuth

Born and raised upon this farm

Her house adored, blue shingled charm.

She shares her humble living space

With strangers from a foreign place.

Our spoken tongue, it isn't shared

Small words and phrases here or there.

But hugs and laughs, her gentle smile

We sense her kindness from a mile.

Her simple life, passed down with pride

The farm, the cows, the mountainside.

Her son brings us to rugged trails

We humbly follow as he unveils

The nightly task, to round the sheep

Their bleats a song on hillside steep.

Our urban legs, they tense and quake

To reach the top, our bodies ache.

The top, a view none can afford

Volcanic giants above the fjord.

The mist, the sea, an ibis cry

Too lovely for the human eye.

Below we reach a feast of fish

With care she's placed in every dish.

She points to photos throughout the years

Laughter shared, along with tears.

One thing that I know for sure

This life of hers is bright and pure.

A quiet farm, with freedom from

Those pesky screens which make us numb.

I often think with honesty 

Of that small house above the sea. 

The dogs, the sheep, the fuschia tree

Who do you envy, her or me?

Ali Senz

Ali Senz was born and raised in Golden, Colorado where she grew up exploring the mountains on two feet and two wheels. In the last five years she has dived headfirst into the world of bird dogs, upland hunting, and fishing, allowing her to spend even more time in the wild. She lives with her husband, Ben, and their two bird dogs, Juniper the German Wirehaired Pointer and Basil the Bracco Italiano.

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