“FRESH” New Food Harvest Traceability Poetry by Rochelle Carr

FRESH

The vine speaks
The time is now
The color shouts
Ripe.

Leather boots
Know their way
Down the path
Sun-break.

Rich soil
Morning harvest
Knowing heart
Long day.

Hand picked
Smooth food
Tractor sleeps
Sort.

Labels on
Time to ship
Trust your brand
Farm to fork.

SO sweet
Eat well.
Flavor shouts
Divine.

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