Debbie's Old Farm Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There is a certain eerie charme
in darkness on my father's farm.
And I shall miss those countless hours,
the sunny days and sudden showers,
the rooster's calls at four A M
each chicken egg, an oval gem,
the chops from porkers, steaks so lean
and most of all, such peaceful scene!

It is not right that big bad brother
has taken over like no other,
built giant holdings just to crush
us little guys in a big rush.
It's agribusiness today
the family must go away.
But look and taste what they have done
made their decisions on the run.
Used shovels even tractor scoops
to take more money from our troups.

There once was on this earth a need
to raise our genuine foods to feed
our children so that they would grow
with pride and get up, healthy glow
sustaining life for all the creatures
and be, to all, as farmers, teachers.

Sadly, we've taken a wrong turn
we poison flowers, weeds and fern
and whip our animals to get
a bigger bottom line, you bet.
The trade, though, unbeknownst, for wealth
is taking from us our health.

It is my wish and my desire
that we will learn to spot the liar
and take our heritage right back
restore the power we now lack
and resurrect the greatest charme
the comfort of the family farm.