man of the soil

formed of elements
found in dirt

humble dust
on torn tee shirt

patient farmer
works fertile soil

all year harvesting
hope for toil

plant every spring,
gather in fall

watch crops grow
green, all stand tall

by sweat of brow
coax life from sod

till soul returns
to soil’s God.

We’re playing in the dirt with Bjorn for dVerse poetics this week…

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mary Brearley
    May 13, 2017 @ 13:42:03

    Lovely, the rhythm bring the action of growing alive.


  2. frankhubeny
    May 12, 2017 @ 09:59:32

    Nice rhyme and meter.


  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    May 11, 2017 @ 23:08:41

    Indeed, it all goes back to those roots of ours.


  4. Victoria C. Slotto
    May 11, 2017 @ 12:56:36

    Such a perfect tribute to the farmer, the heart of our community. I love the ending.


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