It begins in earlier generations
who till the soil, plant the crops, and tend
Each part becomes a symphony
maybe it’s in our genes?

First came the hunters
and then, giant step for mankind,
farmers
the world would never be the same
food, sustenance, year round

A thousand generations later
a few feed themselves
and, in America, 168 others
with food left over
always

I play in the orchestra
a small part, to be certain
but I can see it
the big picture
here and in my travels

Half a century now
I’ve studied and applied
to do it better
efficiency and productivity the goals
and it’s happened
it is happening

Oh, lots of help, comes my way!
I’m in school forever!
Learned folk, focus their skills
genetics, computers, labs and plots
doing their part
to help me do my part

I study, select seeds
my, how the genetics have grown!
Plant them, in a very large garden
with machinery like a dream
Monitor the seedlings, tiny plants
kneeling in the soil
they and I warmed, communion of sorts
guarding them as I can
from disease and marauders
watching, always watching