Name me

There are words I do not care for. I suppose most people have some. One is agribusiness. It seems to have no fun in it -- and very little sun! Someone thought it up who liked prose, and maybe profits, too much! Where's the poetry of spring rain I feel, of woods I see, and soil and grass that have been good to me? ``Agribusiness'' does not ring free. It has pinched pennies and computers in it. It sounds as though some creditor could foreclose and strip my life of joy at any minute! Name me by a word that daily glows like dawns and sunsets, that makes one think of shepherd and of yeoman, though it plods a little -- a commoner's term that sometimes stops to whittle beside a barn, and listens to a bird. I am a farmer, and I like the word!

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