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Digging Up Dirt |
VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
DIGGING UP DIRT Virginia Salter digging up dirt takin’ out grass and weeds that grow tillin’ it well makin’ weed free my rich and sandy soil diggin’ it deep siftin’ it through removin’ undesirables so it’ll be true sinkin’ my hands into the cool earth to search and destroy before unwanted gives birth purgin’ all that’s less than the dream that I hold yet then I realize that nothin’ would grow for an increment of time the length I do not know I have learned it just can’t be pure dream, I’ve gotta take the curd with the cream yet be diligent, alert, and yes a bit wary watchin’ for what could come and overtake the beauty not acquiesce nor be apathetic, so what’s allowed in my realm is truly copacetic but plants is plants and soil is soil © August 25. 2000 |
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kcsgrandma Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1522Presque Isle, ME |
Nice to see you in the Pub. What a nice springy poem! You clearly love working with the earth. Enjoyed reading this. To love another person is to see the face of God. - Les Miserables Marilyn |
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jbaker Member
since 2001-02-16
Posts 74Australia |
Being a keen gardener, I can relate to this...however a lot of hard toil is needed to keep our gardens looking nice. But the reward is one of God's most beautiful creations. Very true and well thought out. JB |
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BSC
Moderator
Member Elite
since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
Great piece VAS ~ I just can't wait for the snow to go and get my fingers in that soil.... Bonnie |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida |
Yep, spring is in the air! Love your poem. Deb |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
Lovely poem, but I hate gardening ~Maria~ |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Thank you all! I have to tell you I love preparing the soil, planting the plants or the seeds and I love the harvest. What I hate is the endless weeding. This year, more than any other, I have a lot of weeding to do before I can prepare the soil. The crocuses are croaking, the hyacinths are choking, both in the masses of grasses clinging to the earth. So I write poetry from a warm house in a comfortable chair. |
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