Ode to Ag Day

From the milk in your glass
To the cotton of your shirt.
Somewhere a farmer is working in the dirt,
The mud, or the brow beating sun,
'Til all their work is finally done.

No favor they ask

'Cept their cattle be polite,

That it rain just enough 

And not every night. 

Who but the farmer gambles their all everyday 

'Neath dice ever rolling under Mother Nature's sway?

May the vegans, the meat eaters,
And those in between
All on this day agree:
Somewhere a farmer labors for you and for me.