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Relics of a Bygone Day

Roaming over the wheatfields their joints a-cranking insecticide fog blankets the air Oklahoma dustbowl bleeds Relics of a bygone day, all angles they move ravaging fields and pests, pests and fields wheels of progress a-churning away blackening golden grain ~ pests' entree, noonday

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Regina Elliott

Date: 10/23/2023 4:24:00 PM

Hi Gershon, my son-in-law's late grandmother worked around pesticides on a farm in her youth. When she got older she developed Parkinson's disease which could of been from the pesticides. Our farmworkers toil in these conditions of farm owners using some pesticides. Also, it also affects our pollinators the bees. Thank you for writing this poem. ~

Gershon Wolf
Date: 10/23/2023 6:40:00 PM

You're very welcome, Regina. And thank YOU for your insightful comment and for sharing grandma's story. : gw

Christina Bowring

Date: 10/23/2023 1:38:00 PM

This is a very well written poem Gershon with important issues highlighted so well. ‘Insecticide fog blankets the air’ how true! So much needs to be done to address this major problem. Thank you for sharing. Blessings to you.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 10/23/2023 6:44:00 PM

And thank you, Christina, for your words of encouragement. Blessing and bounty, Gershon

Valsa George

Date: 10/22/2023 9:50:00 PM

Now everything is losing its pristine purity. All vegetations are sprayed with insecticides ! Pests are a problem, but for killing them , powerful toxins are used, damaging our health. You have addressed a vital issue of the times.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 10/23/2023 6:45:00 PM

It's not easy being a farmer. More ande more pests these days...