For the Farmers

Thank you anis, for your beautiful poem,
Thank you Dan smith, for the opening lines,
Thank you Joshua James for telling ME to sing loudly.




This is for you. This is for me. This is for all of us. This is for the ones who only listened long enough to know that the person they are talking to has the same opinions they do. Sing Loudly.

This is for the early morning runners. This is for the musicians, and the people that BUY their records. This is for the ones who can't sing, This is for the ones whose records don't sell. Sing Loudly.

This is for the sign holders and the farmers. This is for the self-sustained. This is for the goat-milking, Sheep-sheering, mid-night-pickling, chicken-owning, garden-growing, farmers. Sing Loudly.

This is for the women with dirt under their fingernails. Sing Loudly.


This is for the kids who stopped dancing, and for the tone-deaf. This is for the girls with shaved heads, and the boys with balck nail polish. this is for the poets who will never be heard and for their notebooks that will never be read. Sing Loudly.

This is for the sixty-year-old couple who went to space camp for their thirty-second anniversary. This is for The old, and the young, for the mountains and for the rivers, for the valleys and for the forests, this is for alaska, and the pandemonium which lives within it. This is for the fighters. This is for the winners and the losers, for the liars and the cheaters, the honest and the modest. This is for the rich who are starving, and for the greedy poor. this is for the ones who never said they were strong. Sing Loudly.

This is for the five year old boys who make coffee for their drug-addicted, hung-over, single mother. Sing Loudly.

This is for the skinny-dippers and the lake swimmers. this is for the you. Sing Loudly.

This is for the ones whose voices will never be heard. Sing Loudly.

This is for the ones whose eyes have seen, for the ones whose minds have thought, and hearts have felt, for the ones whose hands create and feet that walk, for the mouths that dance, and the ones that talk even if their voice is not heard. Sing Loudly.

Let your voice be heard. This world hates your eyes and it hates your hands and your feet and your heart and your voice. So Sing Loudly. Scream at this world.