The Sunflower Farm

Sunflowers

They tied up the farmer, and pushed him aside,

using regulations for rope, and papers.

I thought I might find him,

in the Smithsonian,

where things used to be.

The conglomeration was waiting to eat up his land,

robots and injections to produce fake food.

But he was a fighter, never giving up,

hero with a tractor, and hard work,

he shut down his beef operation,

and came back to life, a resurrection,

and raised –

sunflowers!

seeds for food, and liquid gold,

for cooking,

brilliant!

and the conglomeration went away, hungry.

Β Sunflower Farm

 

Note: This poem is fictitious but I believe it is not far from the truth.

Poetry Β© Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

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