Organic Farming

Vacation 990

They’ve always known a little bit more

than we do, that food does not come from chemicals

that food comes from soil, and rain

with sun. They’ve known we need to be

connected to the earth so we can survive,

that we need each other, each one

having value,

a solid and dependable

philosophy,

producing life.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Last People XXXIII – The Journey Home

Oceans 2032

It wasn’t until they reached the interstate that the silence was broken. Cathy said, “It’s good, that you buried him Jeremiah.” “It was the right thing to do.” They shook their heads yes, but it was the change in Cathy that they were most happy about. She looked….well….she looked so free now. Jeremiah thought for a minute, as he watched Miriam driving the van, then he said, “He was someone’s son….” It was all he could think of to say. They didn’t know it at the time, but it would be the last time anyone would mention Lance. Cathy put her hand on Jeremiah’s shoulder, and said, “Thank you.”, and she meant it.

By the time they reached the West Virginia border, the mood changed even more. Jeremiah was driving, when Miriam spoke to him in perfect Amharic, “My Prince, you were wonderful today, I look forward to seeing you later…..” She gave him a little wink. He chuckled, and even though his Amharic was a little rough, he managed to say in her language, “My Queen, it was the Creator, (he had trouble with the word Creator) that did the work today.” He continued with, “You will always have my heart”.

Suddenly Jennifer took her seatbelt off, leaned forward from the seat behind them, and stuck her head between Miriam and Jeremiah, while saying, “Hey Miriam can you teach me some Amharic?!!” “That way, I’ll know some of this love language, the two of you are always talking!” Miriam and Jeremiah were both embarrassed, but it was funny, so they chuckled too, with everyone else.

Cathy added her two cents, when she said, “You do talk in “code” a lot you guys.” Miriam and Jeremiah were blushing but they did smile sheepishly, at each other. They were both thinking that they would more careful with the love talk.

It was 8 year old Cory that brought up the topic of food. “Mommy I’m hungry!” “I sure wish I had some of your fried chicken!” Jennifer followed that with a question, by asking if the chickens in the surrounding farms were safe. Up to this point Jeremiah had only been using frozen chicken when he cooked, and it was the only meat they had been using.

Miriam asked “Should we be vegetarian?” “What should the village of the new earth look like?” This sparked a long discussion as they turned onto the Pennsylvania Turnpike, and headed east. They all discussed meat, and whether or not they should eat it. Was it cruel? Miriam did point out that the Old Testament gave a lot of instructions about food. And she added, “We have run every test possible on the chickens nearby, and we can find nothing wrong with them.”

Jennifer added, “You have not tasted chicken, until you have tasted my mother’s recipe for orange chicken!” With that they all voted again, only for the second time, as a group (the first time had been about guns). If someone wanted to be vegetarian, or even vegan, that was fine, but they would raise chickens on the farm. It was unanimous.

There was only one problem, Cory said, “Mommy I’m still hungry…..and more hungry than ever!” Her mouth was watering at the thought of orange chicken. Cathy reached into the cooler they were carrying, and pulled out a tomato and lettuce sandwich, with mayonnaise. Cory took one look at it and said, “Mom!”

To be continued.

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Corn

Vacation 691

There was always corn,

He created it,

coming up, out of the ground,

growing,

like the first people,

flourishing.

Kernels tucked in green,

food,

for us and the animals,

but now,

after spraying, modifying,

and engineering,

is it still food?

What have we done?

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Farming

Growing Up and More 095

No one is going to take this land,

from me,

etched in my heart,

with the sweat of blood,

hands bleeding, callous,

living in the weather,

every day and night,

cold and heat.

If I have to work more,

than 17 hours each day,

warfare with the plow,

I will.

Breathing for generations,

mud and alfalfa,

the oneness of the earth,

I will live and die here,

no one will take it.

And the government?

If they try one more time,

to put me out of business,

I will raise flowers instead,

no food, and you can bury me,

in the tulips.

This is my land.

This is told in the first person, but I am not a farmer.

Peace and blessings to everyone.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Red

       from MindBodyGreen
from MindBodyGreen

Red reminds me of spices and cultures,

red curry from India,

alive with flavor,

red peppers mixed with Ethiopian lamb,

bursting with heat,

the spice dealer in Hong Kong,

crowded streets, firecrackers at night,

culture and people alive,

sometimes paprika, sweeter than the heat,

Morocco, and couscous.

Red also reminds me of my true love,

Her figure in red dresses, her soft kisses.

H’mm maybe I should buy her that long red dress,

draped in elegance,

then we could go dancing!

kicking off shoes,

red is vibrant and alive!

 Red Dress

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

Corn

Corn

Buffalo Bird Woman used to sing to the corn,

to help it to grow, she was from the Hidatsa people.

Now we dump tons of chemicals on our corn-

call it food, and think we are doing a good thing,

land depleted, strange diseases.

Somehow,

I think the first way is better. Love the land,

and sing.

 

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree