A tiny fraction of the national fleet of rail carssits on the siding waiting to be filled with grain.
Grain that is destined for far away markets,
and corners of the world many miles from here.
The life's blood of the Prairies
continues to be the farms and the families who run then.
The future, like the destination of the grain in these cars,
is uncertain ... but we will always need to be fed,
and the vast rolling prairie fields lie each season
waiting for the sun to stir the growth that in time,
puts the food upon our tables, both at home and abroad ...
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