The Harvest

Once the whole village helped to bring the harvest home,
     even the grooms from the stables
          and housemaids from the Hall;
               for winter depended on it.

Now the great combine
     devours the ten-acre field in under an hour,
          while fields sprout bungalows.

Their owners buy sourdough,
     never knowing who grew the wheat,
          who milled the flour, who baked the loaf.

A three-line poem that brings together a cultural tradition and modern technology.
Thank you Jaideep and David at WW3#220
Featured image: Detail from The Harvesters, Anne Ancher, 1905