A gem shared by an awesome customer...

I’ll admit I’m completely out of touch, so it’s possible I’m the very last person to have read this poem in our county, country, whathaveyou…

But I couldn’t resist sharing this after one of our incredible customers sent it to me today – and yes, I’ll be the first to admit, I’m completely biased! ;-)

— "They ran to the groceries, they filled up their carts,

They emptied the Tops and Price Chopper and Walmart,
They panicked and fought and then panicked some more,
Then they rushed to their homes and they locked all the doors.

The food will be gone! The milk, eggs, and cheese!
The yogurt! The apples! The green beans and peas!
The stores have run out, now what will we do?
There’ll be starving and looting and nothing to do!

Then they paused, and they listened a moment or two.

And they did hear a sound, rising over the fear,
It started out far, then began to grow near.

But this sound wasn’t sad, nor was it new,
The farms were still doing what farms always do.
The food was still coming, though they’d emptied the shelves,
The farms kept it coming, though they struggled themselves,

Though the cities had forgotten from where their food came,
The farms made them food every day, just the same.
Through weather and critics and markets that fall,
The farms kept on farming in spite of it all.

They farmed without thank you’s.
They farmed without praise.
They farmed on the hottest and coldest of days.

They’d bought all the food, yet the next day came more,
And the people thought of something they hadn’t before.

Maybe food, they thought, doesn’t come from a store.

Maybe farmers, perhaps, mean a little bit more."

The only thing I’d argue with is that we DO farm with thank you’s, because you’re the greatest group of customers ever – and we love you.

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