In A Can

sitting in my old chair on the porch breaking green beans... waiting on the storm. wind whips through the trees, a streak of lightning, occasional thunder... breaking beans. thinking about my grandparents, working down at the mill... farming, grew four gardens... cows, pigs, chickens, and turkeys... no one ever went hungry there... no one around them went hungry... there was always food to eat, and work to be done.... but that day has come and gone.... now we work on computers, or dont work at all.... and most young people think chickens come from the meat section... and... green beans come in a can.... no wonder we're hungry!