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Mercenary Farmer June 14, 2008

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
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When the fields yearn for water in a drought-ridden valley

men study and irrigate and bring the pasture back.

As cattle produce little fruit from loins or dairy

men work tirelessly to replace portions they lacked.

Heat may stunt berries, corn, and wheat

after frost killed peaches, oranges, and cotton.

This is not a computer memory you simply delete

it is life on the land and it is sweet, and it is rotten.

A mercenary farmer swoops in with an MBA or better

armed with theories of efficiency and commodity speculating.

He possesses less common sense than your uncle’s Setter

and, worse, believes his perspectives are scintillating.

Business is learned out here on the land

not for one who can’t stomach risk, who is easily chased away.

After all, it’s a cruel place for a betting man

and clever and cunning ill-suit those who hope to stay.

A mercenary farmer is armed with charts, certain he can take the land

using its droughts and floods for market rises and falls.

A mercenary farmer doesn’t need to include God in his plan.

He easily walks away from furrow, coop and stall.

When the furious commodity trading is done

he can take his fine education and refined style to Wall Street

and vacation in Cabo under the warm Mexican sun

while the rest of us remain trying to make the ends meet.

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