{"text":"I’m not made for city streets. My brogans drop soil from the field behind me, each grain of dirt like a seed revealing who I am. My heart belongs in the country. I’m a farmer, and I was shaped in the fields.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["earth","earth","farmer","farmers","fields","seed","seeds","soil"],"id":55299,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"}