Wanderers from the search, and locales beyond; Welcome.

The "Information Superhighway" (yes...) gives way and dwindles down to a narrow road. Curving onward, the age begins to show in the cracked pavement. The road then dwindles further, taking on the semblance of an ill-kept road which has been lost to the county's attention and thus has been left to delapidate through time. Swerving around potholes and dodging sweeping pools of mud, you wind your way through the dense forest and find yourself in a little pool of civilization.
You have come to The Farm.
In a nutshell, The Farm is a place where we create our dreams with pens and brushes, with imaginations as big as the sky above you.
We are writers, artists, poets, and humorists.
The fields to your left, reaching over the furthest hill and on to the river, are being plowed for next year's crops, and reaped for this year's crops. Ahead, you find the farmhouse, where the Residents, the sharecroppers, live. There are no fences here. The obscurity keeps out the rabble. It's not often we get visitors, though.
So, you are invited in to sit a spell, and relax.
Let us tell you a story. If you ask, someone will show you a picture, or another person may sit down with you and mote upon life in reflection and verse in a poem they wrote. And, that guy just about to walk past you may lean down on his way to tell you a funny joke and leave you in hysterics.
Maybe you'd like to put in your two cents too.
It's all possible here. We're just a bunch of writers sharing some of our best fruit with our neighbors and anyone who'd stop by.
Some truly great things are grown here. Enjoy yourself.
The Farm: a grassroots way to take a break.