Here's a wee bit of something I know nothing about other than the article that I'm linking to; it's a few paragraphs on a farmer who recently passed away in Silicon Valley. Among the notable features of his 88 years: he insisted on farming the land that had been in his family for three generations, despite being offered a pretty penny to sell it. My favourite bit was a quote from his farm manager: "People ask: Why didn't Walter sell and go buy an island? Well, his world was right here." That may not rhyme, but it's poetry of the best sort.