(in memory of my dad, a farmer and gardener)
It's where we all come from -
brown dirt.
Africans, Asians, Europeans,
people of all colors -
from brown dirt.
We eat fruits and vegetables -
green beans, red onions, pink grapefruit,
white potatoes -
which all grow out of -
brown dirt.
The animals we eat - cattle, chickens, sheep -
they eat the oats and grains and grass
that grow out of -
brown dirt.
Flowers in all their variety and multi-colored glory,
leaves of varied shapes, sizes and designs,
and the trees that grow them come from -
brown dirt.
What is more valuable than
diamonds, silver and gold?
It's the humble substance
that gives us life -
Brown dirt.
We walk on it and treat it like dirt.
It doesn't get the respect it deserves -
brown dirt!
This captures my favorite soap box topic so succinctly.A pleasure to read.
Excellent thought. Your father must have been a wise man, and so are you. I only wish others would take a hint and stop spewing hate in their verse. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought this was a well thought out writing. A very mature writing. The kind of things people should always think about more. That's good writing. That's what writing is for. GW62