I never saw the field of wheat
From which the flour came
I did not watch the farmer reap,
Nor do I know his name.
I did not hear the mill wheel's sound,
Nor watch it as it churned,
I did not see men lift the sacks
Of wheat to flour turned.
And yet, somehow, this loaf reflects
The whole bright
harmony,
Of wheat and men and turning wheel,
In one grand
symphony.
The above is a poem written during World War ll, part of an ad for the Yorkton Milling Company, as well as a tribute directed to the Yorkton Agricultural Association for organizing the yearly fair, and to the "fighting men" on overseas fronts.
Source: The Yorkton Enterprise July 6, 1944
Contact Terri Lefebvre Prince,
Heritage Researcher,
City of Yorkton Archives,
Box 400, 37 Third Avenue North
Yorkton, Sask. S3N 2W3
306-786-1722 [email protected]
