All across the country, precious farmland is lost to new suburban subdivisions.
This poem helped to educate citizens and preserve this last farmland for future generations.
All across the country, precious farmland is lost to new suburban subdivisions and shopping malls at an alarming rate. Farmers reap enormous profits by having their land up-zoned and selling out to developers. City governments are eager to re-zone farmland to residential and commercial, because the latter greatly increases their revenues.
In Encinitas, Calif., a former land baron already converted thousands of acres to housing tracts and commercial facilities a decade ago, realizing close to a billion dollars in profit. In return for getting this free gift from the city and the state, he set aside his last parcel of land to remain "farmland in perpetuity." In 2005 he set about to break this trust, supported by the city council, in order to develop this last vestige of farmland in the community to housing tracts. The proposal was put to a public vote under Proposition A. But the people revolted against this deception and breach of public trust and handsomely defeated this proposition by two to one.
The following poem helped to educate citizens and preserve this last farmland for future generations.
SAVE OUR FARMLAND
On Ecke's fields big buildings grow,
Strip malls, asphalt, traffic, and blight.
Wall to wall mansions, row by row,
Fill the land. No endís in sight.
Gone are the flower fields of yore,
Plantations we loved to behold.
Open farmland beckons no more.
It fell prey to the glitter of gold.
Once stewards of square miles of land,
They did what lay in their powers
To lend it a nurturing hand,
Keeping fields blooming in flowers.
They farmed for three generations,
Community service their creed.
They now turned to plain exploitation,
Philanthropy turning to greed.
Life-granting earth is gutted and paved,
As pockets swell up with gold, and
Time and again a few acres are saved
As concessions for raping the land.
Now we hold their last farmland in trust,
And as trustees we cannot accept
One more broken promise, but must
Insist their last contract be kept.
We, the public have up-zoned their land,
Helped making them billionaires.
Our commitments we kept, and
Itís time that they honored theirs.
is a deal.
on Prop A.
Dietmar Rothe © 2005
Dr. Rothe's Writings
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|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|My own grandparent's farm was sold, leveled and resold into peices. Land comes at a high price per acre here. From $50/acre in the 60's to $5000 now. Good money to be made. People want the rural lifestyle. Ironic that the growth here is destroying the very prize they seek. The first sign is when a Starbucks move in. The sure kiss of death is when they build another in the same town. I don't want to know what this place will look like in twenty years...|
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|Growing up in a farming community, I saw the land shrink at an alarming rate. Wonderful fields that me and my sister rode our horses past...gone. We truly do need to reconsider.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Thank you for this. I agree. I live in Ca. I applaud what you are doing!
|Reviewed by email@example.com Bennett
|Very well written and expressed about how farm land can be taken or granted and sold to the highest bidder. people dont understand this is how we eat all around the world. Wihout it how would we all eat?|