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.

 Sunflower Farm

 

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

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

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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