“As I string, a swift rhythm is played out with my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many of the poor workers, the meter and rhythm of stringing tobacco is the only poetry they’ve ever known.” PoetryPoetry QuotesFarmersFarmingFarm LifeStringing TobaccoBrenda Sutton RoseTobacco Farming Author:Brenda Sutton Rose