The Land
By John R. Greenwood
the land beneath my feet
the land beyond my eye
the taste of life
invades the earthy heart
farmland once thought giant strong
now stands tender to the touch
tread lightly next in line
my depth once measured by shoveled hands
seems thin and frail
hold me close to your chest
squeeze gentle the soil
like tiny eggs
in a tiny nest
I so adore "squeeze gentle the soil like tiny eggs in a tiny nest." Truly beautiful, John!!!!!! I so know the love affair you have with where you live. Such a blessing.
ReplyDeletetread lightly... Mother Earth, she is, but we must care for her. I love this, love your sensitivity. Well done.
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ReplyDeletevery touching....love the closing lines.....
the smell, the feel, the life
ReplyDeleteall the elements that make the land more than dirt
great piece John
A beautiful poem.
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