Seeds are no bigger than they were
When our grandfathers planted them.
Our farms are so much larger,
But there is not more land.
Mules are not mythical animals.
No old farmer enchanted them.
There are far more mouths now,
But fewer farming hands.
Once a foot of topsoil has
Been covered up in concrete,
It will probably never grow
Another crop of corn or greens.
There will always be a farmer,
As long as people must eat.
A seed will always be a seed,
Sown with creatures or machines.
Watt Childress says
True words, well spoken. Yes indeed.