Earth Poem by Paul Reed

COME, thrust your hands in the warm earth
And feel her strength through all your veins;
Breathe her full odors, taste her mouth,
Which laughs away imagined pains;
Touch her life's womb, yet know
This substance makes your grave also.

Extract from ‘Goodbye! By Richard Aldington

The earth is slumbering still
In it's winter clothes
It lies haphazardly at our feet;
Yet within are the origins of hope
The thrust for new life,
The stirrings of a new age;
Our trampling feet it does not feel,
Our rasping breath it does not hear
For it has it's own plans
On which our futures bear.