“Furrows and Fields”:
Memorial to a Farmer
“I spent my life in furrows and fields
Working and tilling the land
Observing the beauties created
By God’s almighty hand
I have touched the richness of soil
I’ve born the wind and sun on my face
And I would choose this life and this land
Over any other place
A life filled with crimson-dawned mornings
When I was up to greet the sky
Days spent with family and creation
All throughout my life
I was blessed to experience each springtime
When raindrops have washed the earth clean
Where my efforts have grown into harvest
Fields bearing the lushness of green
…”And so my life must be no different
Just like the crops that I have grown
For I am also God’s child and seed
That at harvest must come home “…

Barley Field - (Photo and caption by Gemma Collier)
My grandfather was born and raised on our New Zealand farm. He and my grandmother were married nearly 60 years. Preparing for a photo in the barley, my grandmother lovingly reached up to adjust his hat. This was his last harvest.
HH: Touching story.

“I have not spoken to one farmer who doesn’t understand the message of Occupy Wall Street, the message that so many people keep saying is nebulous. It’s very clear. Because of business and corporate participation in agriculture, farmers are losing their livelihoods… And if it goes on like this, all we’re going to have to eat in this country is unregulated, imported, genetically modified produce. That’s not a healthy food system.” Jim Gerritsen, a Maine organic farmer.
“A Farmer Speaks to Wall Street,” The New York Times, December 5, 2011


















