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…

*blowin’ in the wind

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earth’s richest

black prairie sod

iowa: “beautiful land”

created by God

claimed by man

wrested from dakota hand

busted, homesteaded,

settled, plowed and

tightly fenced now

as livestock farmers

raise calves from cows

how long sustainable?

dust bowl-like shroud

wind so untamable

we’re losing ground!


*Title from a favorite Bob Dylan song…he recently received a Nobel Peace Prize.  (One good thing about a wet fall this year is less dirt in the air.)