Cotton Gin Poetry: The Smell Of Hope

By: Hambree Brandon

Each year, I intend to set the pedometer on my phone to see how many steps/miles I rack up during the two days of the Mid-South Farm and Gin Show, walking over that big convention center. Somehow I never remember to do it. Suffice it to say, it’s a lot.

Those of us who’ve been attending this event for many years always come away with a warm feeling for those with whom we cross paths — farmers, ginners, company reps, Extension/research specialists, a cross-section of salt-of-the-earth folks who make up the planet’s most efficient, most productive agriculture. It’s kinda like a big reunion, where you happily encounter those you haven’t seen since last year, plus new acquaintances.