Hello readers. I’m hoping someone out there remembers the words to a poem about grain grading. I recall it recited by a long-time grain inspector once.
The poem features a farmer discussing the grade of the wheat being delivered to an elevator with either an inspector or an elevator operator. We are hoping to include this poem in a publication planned to celebrate grain handling, shipping and inspection.
Please contact me at [email protected] if you can be of help.
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Thank you.
Nancy Perozzo
Friends of Grain Elevators, Thunder Bay
