Origin of Food

The door opens up
to the brisk chilly air.
This small town sunrise
has iron gates around its beauty.

Thankful for my dirt road
and absent big city.
I can still hear the birds pleasantly chirping
and the wind smoothly rolling.

You cannot penetrate these iron gates
locked tight with yellowing cornfields
and the hard hands of farmers.
Will they forget where food comes from?

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