A poem written by Farm Activity Campers and Staff
Once on a farm that we call Salt Marsh
Lay 150 lbs. of potatoes to wash
Moments before, our hands in the dirt
Most of it ending up on our shirts
We hunted for treasure; the gold and the red
And with our pitchforks, we dug up the bed
We pulled up the plants and tangles of roots
Oh, here on this land the farmers don’t lose
We’re given a goal on how much we need
We work and we work until we succeed
So we have something to put you in a really good mood
A table, at banquet, full of farm fresh food
Potatoes and chicken and pickles galore
Come down to the farm and we’ll harvest some more
In the morning at chores, we move chicken tractors
But wait! There’s another very important factor
It’s not just farmers but campers, too
Who help get your meat from farm to you
But there’s more to this cycle; more people to add,
More food to be cooked and fun to be had
Without our kitchen staff, where would we be?
We’d be hungry campers with nothing to eat
And we can’t forget the dish crew, of course
Who take our food waste and turn the compost
It biodegrades into rich soil, you see
To spread in the beds and be planted with seeds
The seeds they then grow into beautiful plants
To be weeded and harvested and washed all by hand
And the cycle starts over and repeats once again
Look forward to next year when the summer begins
This summer was great and to you I give thanks
To the people, the farmers, the campers, this place.
Thanks to Izzy Ruffin, Camp Farm Activity Leader!
