The sun glows
Bright red with hot heat
On the backs of those in the fields
Working hard for lives of strangers
They've never met
Tomatoes
Peas
Carrots
Grapes
All stacked in bunches at the ends of rows
Ripening in the midday air
In countries far
Where produce and hard workers are plentiful
Tomatoes
Peas
Carrots
Grapes
Digging, planting, weeding, growing
Harvesting
From your plots to our plates
We thank you
From the bottom of our stomachs
For the
Tomatoes
Peas
Carrots
Grapes
YOU ARE READING
a glimpse into this brain of mine
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