agriculture

I wasn’t prepared for the distance

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I wasn’t prepared for the distance

the way it would grow like wheat

rolling over the hills

you know it’s there

you can see the golden straw growing closely together

even from afar

 

as I look out across the hills and valleys that form my life

searching for that which has grown most apart from me

all I see are waves of gold that seem endless

 

if I cross over all the hills that stand before me

I’ll find the end

it won’t be without trekking uphill countless times

and then slipping and sliding down

in the smooth wheat

 

but at what point does it remain worth it?

at what point do we embark over endless hills

to close a gap that grew for a reason

just as the wheat grows and is harvested year after year

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Agriculture Paradigm Shift Poem

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This coming week I am co-teaching with one of my fellow aspiring teachers (Ag. Ed. major) to a group of our classmates. We are teaching them about paradigm shifts through an ag. related activity (Conventional to Alternative Ag.) and then having them write a narrative poem (using 3-5 poetry devices) that shows their understanding of the paradigm shift we walked them through (they will be reading scenarios out loud that represent Kuhn’s model of a paradigm shift). I decided to write an example of one for them to look at:

1000 acres of corn

as yellow as the sun

are grown by farmer Oz.

We spray and spray and spray

to make sure we get paid.

 

Sally Sanders tests the soil

“the land is running dry,”

she cries.

We spray and spray and spray

to make sure we get paid.

 

Person after person

raises concern.

Ideas sprout all around the land.

We spray and spray and spray

to make sure we get paid.

 

An idea stands out among the rest:

to replenish the soil with what is best.

The community still thrives.

No longer do

we spray and spray and spray

to make sure we get paid.