Up at dawn,
to bed at dusk,
Tending every seed
and husk,
and husk,
In sun, and rain,
and wind, and snow,
and wind, and snow,
It matters not,
for they must go,
for they must go,
Through bugs and beasts
and floods and drought,
and floods and drought,
They cannot stop,
they must not doubt.
they must not doubt.
For the rich, the poor
on them depend,
on them depend,
The war on hunger
they must defend.
And to our tables
they must defend.
And to our tables
comes their bounty,
To every town and
To every town and
state and county,
Think little of their
daily risks,
daily risks,
The toil and hardship
they must face,
they must face,
To bring the feast that
earns our Grace.
earns our Grace.
Do not forget the farmer’s labor,
That brought these gifts from farms to stands,
And praise the farmer’s loving hands.
DM
(originally posted: 8/2011)
This week let's all acknowledge the great abundance that surrounds us...visit your local Farmers' Market, pick-your-own berries, buy or pick a bunch of flowers and bring them to your neighbor and do what you can to otherwise support your local farmers, to share the harvest and to savor the banquet of life.
(the
photos above were snapped at the Boise, ID Farmers' Market - one of the
nation's best! Thank you for the opportunity Chris and Kristi)
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