Whatever cranks your tractor,
as they say in the heartland,
the Great Farmer plants
specially for you. Of course, He
has to rotate crops to maintain
a sufficient level of nutrients
in the soil, so at times your
tractor becomes intractable.
You have to wait a few seasons
for your favorite to come back
around. Meanwhile, though,
the variety does you
more good than you might
imagine and you get to
widen your tastes so that
in the end one thing will taste
as good as another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem