on the plains
with the grains
and the cattle
ag’s rich battle
for a way of life
free from strife
and city’s urban strangle
out here they wrangle
nature, instead
of traffic’s
supply and demand
out in the field
a ziggurat of hay
grassland’s bounty
spun into towering
bricks of gold
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