to the farmers down the road from my friend's parents' house

You have planted the same crops in the same fields again, huge swaths of corn, tobacco, wheat, and at the same time as every year past and with the same intention to harvest. There are a few rebellious pink flowers growing in among the wheat fields, please don't spray them with roundup, please don't poison the land that feeds us, that feeds itself when we let it, all it takes is planting a few rows of squash, some beans maybe, a couple of lines of kale and chard for the soil to replenish, just shake things up a bit, let some flowers grow, the rest will take care of itself