This Virus Knows No Boundaries Farmers turn the dirt My uncles in rural Michigan sure did My birth certificate says occupation father: farmer With borrowed tractor and harrows strong Corn, vegetables, dairy, and beef My big sisters helped, could name all the tools We put up vegetables to eat all winter Farmers turn the dirt In rural Senegal my uncles farmed too My host tribe so gentle and generous, and poor With hand tools from branches and backs bent strong Millet and sorghum in the rainy season My little sisters hauled water, prepared our food Fight the birds and rats, make it last all year To see the video of Paul reading his poem, click on the button below - it will open and start playing in a new window:
Paul Guenette is a recently retired economic development manager with expertise in international agribusiness. Mr. Guenette designed and managed development programs in a career spanning 45 years and 90 countries.
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Nancy Guenette
4/19/2020 07:12:47 pm
Excellent! You’ve been rich in experiences.
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4/20/2020 09:59:51 am
I'd like 2buy you lunch, or a drink, whatever u got time for roomie. and shake your hand, bump elbows whatever is in vogue. I've got friends in DC and a trip is planned if we ever get past CV-19. you "got it right," wherever such came from: Escanaba, Crissey Hall, Peace Corp, life in general. it's been a privilege knowing, discovering and re-knowing you Paul !
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Guenette Paul
4/21/2020 04:47:45 pm
Glad to touch glasses with you, Roomie. So many stories to share. Looking forward to when we can safely travel. DC welcomes you then!
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