In A Can Poem by Eric Cockrell

sitting in my old chair
on the porch breaking
green beans... waiting
on the storm.

wind whips through the trees,
a streak of lightning, occasional
thunder... breaking beans.

thinking about my grandparents,
working down at the mill...
farming, grew four gardens...
cows, pigs, chickens, and
turkeys...

no one ever went hungry
there... no one around them
went hungry...

there was always food to eat,
and work to be done....
but that day has come and gone....

now we work on computers,
or dont work at all....
and most young people think
chickens come from the meat
section... and...

green beans come in a can....

no wonder we're hungry!