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Thankful

What of the
farmer
who harvested
my potato?

May his bounty
be given to him
so easily as mine.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Geezer

Geezer

1 year 7 months ago

Not many people...

think about where their food comes from, or care about how the farmer that harvests the crops is doing. Sounds as if it might be a simple prayer before eating that potato. ~ Geez.
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RoseBlack

RoseBlack

1 year 7 months ago

A simple thought

That makes you pause. We really don't consider the work that goes into the food we eat before we get it and that this is how some make a living by providing goods for us to survive on. Well done.

Lavender

Lavender

1 year 7 months ago

Hello, Carrie,

Yes, from farm to table takes a lot of work, and a lot of people - to whom I am very grateful!
Thank you for reading!
L

Unca Fez

Unca Fez

1 year 7 months ago

A Gentle Prayer

A simple prayer that the bounty of the harvest is shared by all. Sadly, in the US, that is not always the case, as small farmers are becoming a thing of the past. Here's wishing that your wish for him comes true.

Lavender

Lavender

1 year 7 months ago

Hello, Steve,

Yes...it takes just a moment to think about, and give thanks to the people who feed us. So many!
Thanks for reading and sharing your wonderful thoughts!
L

Lavender

Lavender

1 year 7 months ago

Hello, Clentin,

It's so convenient to purchase food without thinking it had to be grown / harvested before it reached us. Where would we be without those who dedicate their livelihood (sometimes uncertain) to us?
Thank you for reading!
L