Farm and Food
By Charlie Johnson, a constituent
“Let my hands be in touch with the black soil, feeling the life within. Allow my ears to hear the singing of the birds, the choir of the sky. May my eyes witness the nursing calf, love which is love nourished between generations. Satisfy my soul with meditation that comes witnessing life’s miracles. Share my heart with mother nature as she brings life into action. And finally raise my spirit so that my voice can speak the truth and wisdom of those footsteps laid out by previous farmers who made my own vocation special.”
