The farmers across the world,
are the backbone of each nation
But, unlike several other jobs,
there's no sick leave or vacation
Their days are long and hard,
stretching late into the night
Only to start things over again,
during the morning's early light
Taking care of all the crops,
that's growing in their fields
And praying for a rainy season,
in order to increase the yields
Repairing broken machinery,
is their biggest ongoing cost
Whenever there's a breakdown,
more time and money are lost
They endure many hardships,
which requires loan after loan
It's always a constant struggle,
trying not to lose what they own
If anyone deserves our praise,
for the many things that they do
It is definitely all the farmers,
who are now becoming so few
We, as the daily consumers,
offer our undying gratitude
If it were not for the farmers,
where would we get our food?
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Writing Prompt |
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Author Notes
Each time we gather at the dining table to enjoy a delicious meal with our family or something as simple as fixing a bowl of cereal,
please remember the farmers occasionally. Almost everything we eat, in one way or another, comes directly from the farmers.
The last two sentences of this poem, when you think about it, is a very serious question...
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