My Brown Garden (Dirt Farmer) Poem by Chuy Amante

Understand completely. Have a dirt garden myself... maybe your seed, ... then all will be well. But don't forget, the Baby Boomers too. I'm telling you your bidding, they will do. So many suffered so long, maybe sometimes bitter to the taste, especially if they feel you've let their life go to waste. Oh please hear us, our numbers are strong. But weary are we from suffering long. And until you are manifest we'll be suffering still. Please oh please, our wounds do heal. Not just those seen, but also those hidden. So many heeding that some things must be forbidden. See about such things the dirt yet does not know. Remember the seeds you sowed so long ago. So before preferring the dirt, please perceive the rose. Do this thing and all love will grow.

Here's to tending your garden....finding relaxation in the seeding of your soil. Sounds like a fine way to spend the day! Which reminds me...I now must clean beneath my fingernails, having, too, spent the day in the dirt! PEACE

If I boast of my flowers Would you be impressed? Of dirt, you seem to have A bountiful harvest, My flowers and veggies I planted with love, The rain and the sun Nourish them from above, I'll give you some seed...... How about a bag full? My weeds I don't smoke..... I just kill or pull! Couldn't resist this! Loved your poem - lots of fun. Seriously, you've got to start growing something in that dirt!