Blue Green Farm
What does it mean to be a farmer
Of all the people bearing that name
Who owns that title more?
Landlord, farmer floating above the green
Landlord, farmer detached from the earth
Your fingers do not push in the soil
Landlord, farmer absent from the field
The nurturing field
To whom does the title belong?
Is the fieldhand the farmer
The unnamed laborer who plots
plucks and picks
Is she the farmer; is he?
Sweat of the hireling drips from her brow
Waters the rows
Field-hand-not farmer, he carries
Worker-not-farmer with no claim
To the land
There are tractors that cost millions of dollars
Driven by satellites from beyond the world
A thousand laborers could live like princes for such
Those noble people, sprung from the green Earth,
Beneath the blue sky