By James Dean 

Being a farmer is the loneliest thing in the world.
The field is like a religion you dedicate yourself
to, and where there’s a cloudburst you can’t be
elsewhere. Hopefulness and a worrisome nature
are among the attributes of a basically farming man.
You’re all alone with your seeds and your concentration.
You don’t have time to see friends and it’s not for them
to understand. You don’t have anybody, only a pig
and some chickens, and you have to think for them.
You’re all alone with their feed and your concentration
and that’s all you have. You’re a farmer.