Milk, Corn, Apples, Eggs

I've poured fresh milk,

Topped with a creamy, thick crown,

Served up in thick-glassed bottles

Filled at family-run farms.

I've picked new corn,

Still in God's green wrapper,

Tossed it on hot orange coals,

Kissed by smoke and fire.

I've bitten into ripe red apples,

Snatched from stately tall trees;

Juicy, crisp, crunch-bites,

Stretching my still-young, tender jaw.

I've tasted rich-yolked eggs,

That hours earlier,

Napped in tar-papered coops,

Nestled under hen-feathered love.

And now I chew

On health-bars,

Shipped in plastic,

From who knows where?