oiled plows
turned the ground
anticipating harvest
Once full of life
wheat fields clapped their hands
cattle gossiped in the stalls
tractors slowed traffic
we rose before the sun
greeting the day’s challenge
rusty hinges no longer squeak
children no longer milk cows
our food is imported
The prompt for the daily post photo challenge is Relic.
I used to look upon rusty, dilapidated farms as romantic. I anticipated the change of new metal barns and air-conditioned John Deere tractors. While I lived in the agricultural center of California, I never anticipated the return of the land to desert where nothing grows and a lye/ salt makes it impossible to grow anything but sage brush. There is an abundance of uncultivated sagebrush land. The United States has been reliant for up to 90 percent produce (from California) including cotton, citrus, dairy, fruit, vegetables, nuts, grapes…). The land (even with water)…
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