The fields are bare, the harvest safe in store
Now is the time for man and beast to rest
King winter will enforce his frigid rule.
The fields are white, the harvest safe in store
In time the sun will shine and spring return
The earth will show renewed vitality
When sunshine puts an end to winters reign,
the frost retreats to let the spring return.
The farmers and the peasants know the score.
The city folk are merely parasites
who do not know nor want to know the score.
They are convinced they do not need to learn.
Confident that gold can buy anything,
this is not true. When famine strikes they’ll learn.
Yeah, a lot of people think food comes from Walmart and don't appreciate the hardships farmers have when weather conditions aren't right, money can't buy whats not grown.. Thad
nice job Ivor, One of those time when you wish you knew then what you know now...
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I would like to translate this poem
Mother nature fools us sometimes and we never learn the lessons. Farmers are the ones that do the gambling. The odds are mostly against them, trying to grow crops not necessarily best suited for their location and climate. Unfortunately money continues to rule the world. Congratulations! a sandwich with a poem about food.