Debbie's Old Farm

There is a certain eerie charme in darkness on my father's farm. And I shall miss those countless hours, the sunny days and sudden showers, the rooster's calls at four A M each chicken egg, an oval gem, the chops from porkers, steaks so lean and most of all, such peaceful scene! It is not right that big bad brother has taken over like no other, built giant holdings just to crush us little guys in a big rush. It's agribusiness today the family must go away. But look and taste what they have done made their decisions on the run. Used shovels even tractor scoops to take more money from our troups. There once was on this earth a need to raise our genuine foods to feed our children so that they would grow with pride and get up, healthy glow sustaining life for all the creatures and be, to all, as farmers, teachers. Sadly, we've taken a wrong turn we poison flowers, weeds and fern and whip our animals to get a bigger bottom line, you bet. The trade, though, unbeknownst, for wealth is taking from us our health. It is my wish and my desire that we will learn to spot the liar and take our heritage right back restore the power we now lack and resurrect the greatest charme the comfort of the family farm.