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…

air show

 

engine’s purr signals

     plane fast approaching

          wild whir of propellors

               wings swoop over grove

          stirring leafy tree tops

     drops low across fields

to lift up quickly again

     just escaping live wires

          banking sharply back

               roaring momentum

          echoes loud off grain bins

     barely clears old barn roof

nearly scrapes against silo

     in death daring dive

          to rid farmer’s crops

               of marauding aphids.

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  photo by Lyle Wielenga, 7-28-14