Blue Green Farm

Blue Green Farm

 

What does it mean to be a farmer

Anymore?

 

Of all the people bearing that name

Farmer;

 

 

Who owns that title more?

 

 

Landlord, farmer floating above the green

 

And grime

 

Landlord, farmer detached from the earth

 

Your fingers do not push in the soil

 

Landlord, farmer absent from the field

 

The nurturing field

 

 

To whom does the title belong?

 

 

Is the fieldhand the farmer

The worker?

 

The unnamed laborer who plots

plucks and picks

 

 

Is she the farmer; is he?

 

 

Sweat of the hireling drips from her brow

 

Waters the rows

 

Field-hand-not farmer, he carries

 

No title

 

Worker-not-farmer with no claim

 

To the land

 

 

There are tractors that cost millions of dollars

 

Driven by satellites from beyond the world

 

A thousand laborers could live like princes for such

 

Wages

 

 

Those noble people, sprung from the green Earth,

 

Beneath the blue sky

Farm

 

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