Someone, somewhere
Is busy stitching
Clothes I've yet to buy
And, of course, yet to wear.

The shirt, pants, and underwear
I'm now wearing,
Someone, somewhere
did that stitching.

Out there somewhere
Someone's planting
Seeds in furrowed rows
Waiting for a month, two, three of sun,
To green and bloom that fruit,
Then swift harvest hands,
And Trucks, then vans,
Somewhere,  somehow,
A portion will find my plate.

If there is a way of expressing thanks
To those someones, somewhere
It's to stop a moment
And simply think!