dirt
by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed — Read all 584 poems by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
Precious is the land and the generations who inhabit what man cannot create. (clr)
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
dirt--spice--
aloes and cloves--
elixir of ages
soothes physical woes
dirt...life--
force of creation--
roots of our ancestors
rockbed of nations
dirt..strife--
sanguine pollution--
hotheads in war zones
no peaceful solution
dirt...price--
diamonds and oil--
coal miner's daughter
knows nothing but toil
our price--earth's stife
uplift sisters and brothers
lift praise to GodFather...
guard precious EarthMother© 2007 cynth’ya lewis reed
all rights reserv'd
Life Lives Here--Conservation International
Regis
Love Tinka
Be safe,
Karen
Peace,
Dan
Regards,
Chris
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
What do I think of "Dirt"? You make it beautiful. Short, succinct lines pack a lot of thought: well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.