salt of the earth
faithful steward of the soil
guardian of God’s garden
patiently waits for harvest
impatiently wrestles with weather
muscular and tanned from
carrying wet calves
throwing dry bales
created from dust with
dirt under his fingernails
…to dust someday must return
A quadrille of 44 words on the theme of “earth”.
a poem in my pocket 
Apr 24, 2019 @ 06:52:45
I love this Lynn!
Apr 24, 2019 @ 18:38:29
I’m glad you like it, Caroline…thanks!
Aug 31, 2018 @ 13:24:37
I love your poem! Is this your father?
Sep 05, 2018 @ 21:07:40
Thanks, Dwight. Inspired by my husband…and all good men like him! Guess I “commented” on this earlier, instead of “reply”ing to your comment 🙂
Sep 05, 2018 @ 21:50:44
You are a lucky woman to have a great man for a husband!
Sep 06, 2018 @ 08:41:37
Yes, I am blessed!