Where food comes from - a Poem

As gardeners, we know food doesn't come from the back rooms of grocery stores.  We know the work and care it takes to grow our summer tomatoes and winter kale.  But, what do people who have never had a garden or live in a Agriculture community think?  What happened in 2020, and even continues today in 2021?

I'm in an Agriculture area and member of Ag and water FB pages.  I wanted to share this poem. Thank you for indulging me.

"They ran to the groceries, they filled up their carts,
They emptied the Tops and Price Chopper and Walmart,"
They panicked and fought and then panicked some more,
Then they rushed to their homes and they locked all the doors."

"The food will be gone! The milk eggs and cheese!
The yogurt! The apples! The green beans and peas!
The stores have run out, now what will we do?
They’ll be starving and looting and nothing to do!"

"Then they paused, and they listened a moment or two.
And they did hear a sound, rising over the fear,
It started out far, then began to grow near.
But this sound wasn’t sad, nor was it new,
The farms were still doing what farms always do."

"The food was still coming, though they’d emptied the shelves,
The farms kept it coming, though they struggled themselves,
Though the cities had forgotten from where their food came,
The farms made them food every day, just the same."

"Through weather and critics and markets that fall,
The farms kept on farming in spite of it all.
They farmed without thank yous.
They farmed without praise.
They farmed on the hottest and coldest of days."

"They’d bought all the food, yet the next day came more,
And the people thought of something they hadn’t before.
Maybe food, they thought, doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe farmers, perhaps, mean a little bit more. "
Author Credit: Anna Richards at—2020 Consulting