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The crop is our sanity, our serenity, our joy and our gratitude. For golden light to golden seed becomes hearty bread for our community.

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Into the jocund light of day come bonny waving ears of wheat.

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From fresh ploughed field to harvest time, the crop is the priority our this rock stars.

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Tousled strands of gayest barley weave both green and gold into my soul.

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The crop feeds so many wild species in these parts and there is always plenty for our table.