Cars travel dirt roads
on hot sultry summer days,
dust clouds trail behind.
Cornfields stretch for miles.
Farmers perched on green machines
rumble through the rows.
Keepers of the land,
they rose before the sun
to feed you and me.
Haiku trio. Photos: corn from our Iowa garden many years ago. Tractor: by Loretta Humble.
lillian the home poet 
A great reminder of those who grow the food we eat. They’re owed a thank you.
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Indeed they are.
Family farmers are far and few between — they are a special breed with a true love for the land.
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very true. 🙂
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