A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, July 25, 2022

It's the online age. 
You can be a farmer 
from anywhere. You  
have to locate a farm. 

Then I log in, check 
the rows. I compile
some folksy, homespun
code to seed, weed, everything
but reap! Come harvest time?

I do jobs dot com or similar.
I pay pals of mine newfound online.
They do the hard work for real
in the sweat and sun, pulling in
a bumper crop - all from home!  

In this age, days spent easy 
with a bevvy and a tab open 
on a keyboard, checking the
chores, the sun, the rain, all
pouring in before a screen, 

you can be a real farmer 

in your spare time. A farm, 
though. You need at least 
one of those to pull it off. 

But

If you want, you can probably 
just run a sort of a "farm
simulator" deal to get 
a hand in and your feet 
wet, while you build up 
the confidence to go full-on 
rural agribusiness baron.  

What a world this day and age 
has made for us to race and chase 
and never catch up 
 

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