"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Sunday, July 08, 2012

MagpieTales 125- Sunrise to sunset

Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton

Sunrise to sunset
The farmer and his horse work
So that you and I can sleep in
Knowing our daily bread
Will be rich from the hearty earth
and their endless labors.
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Every year I grow what food I can and every year I appreciate
even more all the hard work done by our local farmers.
Support your local farmers by buying locally grown food.
Small family farms are a precious commodity.
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For other takes on this stunning image go to Tess Kincaid's blog:
Magpie Tales

15 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

Bless the farm workers...I like to shop at our local farmer's market...

Dana Dampier said...

I ate some yummy cherry tomatoes grown right my backyard for lunch today!

Kay said...

we would be lost without the farmers for sure....lovely piece..x

Grace said...

We are blessed to have them ~

messymimi said...

Amen and amen. Local food tastes best, and i buy it whenever i can.

Stephen Hayes said...

I love Benton's work and your poem fits it perfectly. And I was at our local farmer's market just yesterday.

Brian Miller said...

definitely....i think we have a great disconnect from where our food comes from....i am thankful for them...

Sue said...

We like to buy local, too, and our son is quite the backyard farmer, himself!

=)

Jacqui Binford-Bell said...

And the local farmers grow real food and not GMO stuff from Monsanto.

Nice poem in support of the small local farmers.

Mama Zen said...

I couldn't agree with you more!

Kutamun said...

Too true , Kathe, intensive agriculture and genetic engineering are two of the darker demons to emerge from our orgy of pure reason and logic these last few hundred years

Stafford Ray said...

Sop true. Family farms are where we find the real meaning of work and where one can still see the magic of interaction of soil, seed, water and sunlight. But it is also where preparation six months ago, sometimes longer produces a harvest that, in the end, might find itself in glut and not worth picking! Farmers are our heroes.

Doctor FTSE said...

Very true! I used to impress on my (engineering) students that the real reason they were able sit listening to me boring them senseless was that they had folk out there growing their food for them.

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, such a lovely tribute!

Linda said...

I love that you chose to highlight locally grown food, Kathe. The freshness makes such a difference! Food that is engineered to travel great distances without spoiling, will not keep our bodies healthy. Thank you for sharing this meaningful message. =D