Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

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 October 23, 2023 at 4:24 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 October 23, 2023 at 6:40 PM You're very welcome, Regina. And thank YOU for your insightful comment and for sharing grandma's story. : gw

Christina Bowring October 23, 2023 at 1:38 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 October 23, 2023 at 6:44 PM And thank you, Christina, for your words of encouragement. Blessing and bounty, Gershon

Valsa George October 22, 2023 at 9:50 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 October 23, 2023 at 6:45 PM It's not easy being a farmer. More ande more pests these days...