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They Call Me Dirt
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They Call Me Dirt

The seed without me would not birth
Hail ye, the planet, known as earth
I exist for naught but toil
My mark a stain forever soiled

They call me MUD, they call me DIRT
Heaped by the mounds, how words can hurt
Humus, rich, and versified
The archive of all human strides

I am home to all that live
Abundant fruits I bear and give
Without me flora would not grow
Mother earth, where life is sown

My ownership is pride and gain
When deeded on.....I stay the same
Solid, tho oft times I quake
Moist and cool, neath countless lakes

Wars are waged, and blood is spilled
To claim my grains, my plains and hills
And yet I'm mankind's resting place
Tho all last embrace

Lady A
November 19,2003

The first man who, having enclosed a piece of ground, bethought himself of
saying This is mine, and found people simple enough to believe him, was
the real founder of civil society. From how many crimes, wars and
murders, from how many horrors and misfortunes might not anyone have saved
mankind, by pulling up the stakes, or filling up the ditch, and crying to
his fellows, "Beware of listening to this impostor; you are undone if you
once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth
itself to nobody. ~Jean Jacques Rousseau, A Discourse on the Origin of

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Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader) 11/21/2003
Your head is brilliant! This is absolute perfection on this subject. I could not agree with you more.

Excellent how you work my brain!

Reviewed by Sharron Tyrrell 11/20/2003
I've got to say this is one
of the best I have ever read
I love it ...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 11/20/2003
This is a fantastic write filled with truths. Applause!
Reviewed by George Carroll 11/20/2003
Your pen flows like honey and its works are twice as sweet
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader) 11/20/2003
Lady love the insight in this piece...great writing..floria
Reviewed by jude forese 11/20/2003
very enlightening poem...
Reviewed by Libby Stone (Reader) 11/20/2003
Sooo Beautiful and well written. I loved it!
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 11/19/2003
Fantastic write Anita!!

Lov eTinka
Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry 11/19/2003
You've done it again, Anita: written a most enlightening poem. No man owns what he first is made up of or that which nourishes him. Only God owns it and us all. Very fine pen you wield, lady. ~~Bonnie Q
Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen 11/19/2003
Great piece, Anita, dirt, mud, earth, all equal birth. :)
Reviewed by E T Waldron 11/19/2003
You shine with the beauty of enlightenment in this one Anita!Well done!;-)
Reviewed by Jack Roberts 11/19/2003
I love this! Great write Lady A! Your rhyme is magic!


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