On a farm, it's hard to find
rows that aren't a farmy kind.
Three horse noses in a dark barn,
sharing feed, doing no harm.
Rows of pieces that belong
I know not where.
Rows of rafters and slats
make stalls to share.
Rows of cattle looking at me,
I may be in trouble,
I carried no feed!
Join Pat to view rows
across the planet, Earth.
Always showing beauty
sometimes, filled with mirth.
