For What’s Real ( Sonnet)

That old advice to “tend your garden” grows
More true with every passing year that finds
Monsanto owning seed and land alike
Already having bought too many minds.
If we can loosen grip of corporate greed
On honest farmers’ lives that struggle so
To live and give us good food that we need
And save the seed they need for next year’s growth,
Mythology of motherhood aside,
If we escape those corporate shackles, too,
Sweet earth that’s uncorrupted can provide
Our loving care returned and life renewed.
Feed and conserve soil’s creatures great and small:
The compost heap is mother of us all.