A slam poem by Nathan Peterson written for Mr. Anderson’s English class in 2011. We were looking for more videos to put on our channel and Nathan discovered this in his old high school computer files!
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Summer is about here, it is clear, and I won’t shed a tear for the end of the school year.
But when summer comes you won’t find me sitting around doing nothing.
Cause the summer isn’t a bummer for a guy like me.
Cause I’m working somewhere that gives me glee.
That’s right, I farm.
From milo in my silo, to cutting wheat in the heat, and feeding cattle in the barn.
Some think all I do is sit in my tractor all day, but I got to do way more than that if I want to get good pay.
I’m always working to keep things going, from fixing stuff to mowing.
Hopefully, through this poem you’ll go home knowin’ that without my harvesting you would be starving.
I start out with feeding my steers. Getting kicked by one is my greatest fear.
It happened once and it’s a story you do NOT want to hear.
Anyways, it’s work cause I’ve got to balance the rashion, cause if I don’t feed them right then I won’t cash in.
If the cattle don’t line up in an orderly fashion it means one is sick and I’ll have to doctor it. But I don’t throw a fit. This stuff happens every day. No, its not just feeding hay.
In between working with the cattle, I’m in a battle with weeds in my field that are trying to drop my crop yield.
I got to spray the field, then lay the seed, and pray for it to rain and grow.
Cause if it doesn’t rain I’ll never bring in the dough.
I go hard in the field so you better yield for my tractor, cause it’s a factor, when I’m planting my wheat.
I provide food for the world, the boys and the girls. It’s pretty sweet.
I keep everything fixed up and make sure nothing gets mixed up.
Harvest is my favorite time because I’m looking fine driving my combine.
Ya, I’m bigger then you and could crush your tiny car, so you better pull off the road very, very far.
Those crazy city folk, in a game of chicken with a combine, they always choke.
It makes them irate. My combine is slow but in the field it will dominate.
I’ve been farming since birth and it fills me with mirth.
For what its worth, I got to keep things running and I’m not always looking too stunning at the end of the day. Cause hey man its not all fun and games.
There are some days that can be lame.
Those days when everything is insane, cattle get out, machines break down and it never rains.
But I know if I keep working that those days will not keep lurking.
The prices will go up and the rain will come down and I will no longer have a frown.
That’s just the life of farming you know.
Now, you should appreciate how we harvest and sow.
My poem is almost done and I should run. Cause I got to get back to work of course.
But before I leave let me one more time endorse: Farming.
Because without, no doubt, we would all be alarmingly starving.
I hope that after hearing this poem you also now see, that without farmers, we would all, cease to be.