Terra Firma

For he stood so tall so square and looked across the acreage  
Countenanced all that panorama, it seemed endangered  
The heavy horse the last to graze straw bales  
He lifted up the old straw hat and scratch his pate  

His disquiet, wrinkled brow like furrows in the field  
The bees that seek the pollen, a wasp that agitates  
We must he thought, let nature evolve at its own pace  
But short term gains mean fields turned into plains  
 
The engines belched out smoke, the crows flew up and squawked  
Divorced from dirty hands the reaper smash the blackbirds nest  
The field mouse massacred upon the stalk  
 Carnage it all drowned by the roar of the exhaust  
 
He with perception heard the screams the mantle chimes  
The discord in the harmony's its balances and checks  
Iron grid upon the land weighed heavy under human hand  
For with each gain there is a pestilence profane  
 
The inheritance that DDT had left upon the soil, the earth  
For each sod holds a microcosm  
To be preserved and not downtrodden  
Not a cocktail of chemicals of false parlance  
 
The spreader with its Nitrogen to grow the crops so muscle bound  
A vowed to stand firm and make a case, take the higher ground  
 brief to challenge false ideals, not put dead flowers on a living grave  
To leave a better world, that true agronomist  
 
For I speak of Shipwreck's with such a figure head  
To know the simple life could count and not be invalid  
That conglomerates sold a greener dollar for you to chase  
Spawn a farm where crops and stock are all disgraced