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…
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