Chewing The Cud

I recently wrote a descriptive story for my English class, and I thought I would add it to my blog. Maybe I have been away from the farm too long being at college, but hopefully this romanticized story of why I fell in love with agriculture will ignite memories of why you too love this great industry. From my heart to yours...

The little girl pulled out the blades of grass with all her might, falling back on her bottom with only a few blades in her grubby, little fingers. The small girl, pigtails bouncing, stood up and brushed off her wrangler jeans and white shoes. She shyly walked up to the fence and extended her hand, offering the grass to the beast. Meagerly, a mighty bull made his way to the fence. He reached his neck out and sniffed at the girl’s hand, caressing her fingers with his cold, wet nose. In turn, she crinkled her own nose and boldly took another step towards the curious bull. Finally, their eyes connected—girl and beast. They seemed to understand each other. The bull nodded his lumbering head and licked up the few bits of grass remaining in the little girl’s hands. In delight, she ran back to fetch more blades of grass for the burly bull. His eyes glisten in delight. Together the duo becomes friends, and the frail child visits the massive bull day after day.

Her love of agriculture began at the age of five. As the college freshmen sits in her desk chair in her compact dorm room, she thinks back to her days on the farm—befriending her bulls, spending time with her dad, and basking in nature’s glory. She smiles, remembering her reasoning for pursuing a career in agriculture. The young woman returns back from her daydream, and continues her homework, knowing it will one day lead her back to the farm she loves.