On an already emotional day of service and community building, I nearly went over the edge when our school principal dedicated this song to me.  He wrote the song after taking a tour of the farms in West Marin with MALT (Marin Agricultural Land Trust).  He has been very supportive of my work trying to change our school lunch program and wanted to publicly acknowledge how important it is to know where our food comes from and support our local farmers.  I was touched when he shared the lyrics with me, and honored when he gave me permission to share them with you.

Bob Marcucci - Principal at Glenwood School

Mouths to Feed   (B. Marcucci)

You can’t separate a man from his land
From behind your desk you could never understand
It takes a lot of love to fill those acres
Giving all his life and we’re just takers

You can’t trust the power of a shaken hand
When the feet only know concrete and white sand
The earth is true, it finds its keepers, A prize awaits those who dive deeper

You can buy all you need
There’ll be plenty more….
Mouths to feed

Let’s take it back to seed and stable
How far has it come to see your table
Should we stop to think, have we got the space?
Or should we just wreck the place

Take a ride west of here and be humble
Lord knows we try our best but still we stumble
When you’re at the end take a back view
If you are what you eat that’s where we’ll find you