I am a child of the soil
So highly privileged and wealthy
Of life experience and knowledge
Wealth is described as money
But life alone is wealth
My life I share with you
Let it be my gift to you
I am a child of the soil
Moulded by my creator
I am made of clay and water
Life was breathed upon me giving me a soul
From there clay turned to flashed
I am child of the soil
With a map drawn on my hands
The map that tells about my journey in life
And when it will come to an end
Look at my legs fine lines are drawn
To me its similar to the Kalahari
Loo at my eyes
They’re brown and dark
Let the son shine through these eyes
Let me see the beauty of life
I am made of clay and water
But I see as clear as crystal
I am a child of the soil
And yes the soil is my final resting place
I am hear on earth to live a mark
On sand ow no!
Let it be on rock
Tell me how was the rock made?
Just like me sand and water
I live my life with passion
With death not being the objective
Nor it being the enemy
Remember I am a child of the soil
For it does not remain in one place
It moves and dances to the sound
That brother wind makes with no fuss
Yes just like the soil
Let my soul dance to meet u Qamata
Yes that day when my death is announced
When? That is a mystery
Let my body rest in the loving arms of soil
Let it feed the poor and helpless ants
But please, please, please
Let my soul dance
Let my soul dance
Let my soul dance
I am the child of the soil.
child of soil you are indeed! you took me to a place i have never been before! that i believe is what poetry should do to a person great write
dear child of the soil, great energy in your poem that the earth started moving under my feet! i simply loved reading through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
full of dignity and pride of who you are. nice one