Songs of the soil; a small sheaf of verse from the field where poetry is lived . all our fighting Weve marshalled force Out on the farm—we dont, of course,Mean that well fight with sword and gun,But, say, theyll know when we are doneThat swords arent all there is to war,That powder cant go very far Unless food gives it might. Our folks have put in every bitOf land they can in crops—and itShows that to get a whopping yieldYouve got to study every use the best of with the soil mix common sense,To make your crops grow right. Weve drafted all the latest toolsInto our servi

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Songs of the soil; a small sheaf of verse from the field where poetry is lived . all our fighting Weve marshalled force Out on the farm—we dont, of course,Mean that well fight with sword and gun,But, say, theyll know when we are doneThat swords arent all there is to war,That powder cant go very far Unless food gives it might. Our folks have put in every bitOf land they can in crops—and itShows that to get a whopping yieldYouve got to study every use the best of with the soil mix common sense,To make your crops grow right. Weve drafted all the latest toolsInto our service—now the mulesAnd horses gaze from pastures greenAt tractor plows, by gasoleneAnd kerosene machines propelled;TheirchugsandsputteringsareswelledInto a mighty song. New farm machines now bear the bruntOf work of farm hands at the women folks, to do their canning stuff—and lots of thus you see, were organizedTo do our part—were mobilized— Two hundred acres strong. 4 ^- m #*^ Page Fifty-nine His NEIGHBORS Son Page Sixty Wr^-^ W l^<-^ -1 *

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