Star Link Hooked up on The Homestead
Starlink on the Homestead Out here where fields roll wide and still, The wind hums softly on the hill, No wires stretch, no poles align, Yet voices travel down the line. The barn is lit, the kettle sings, But magic comes on silver wings— A thousand satellites that glide, Across the dark and starlit sky. Once silence kept the homestead bound, No signal stirred, no world around, Now with a dish turned to the blue, The globe connects, both near and true. Yet even with this modern spark, We keep the quiet, hold the dark, For Starlink brings the world so near, But still the crickets rule out here.
