A life on the farm
dirt in the hands of the Earth
the growing of seasons
Life given and received
the plant, the seed, the harvest
the sheaves
Nourished, soiled, replenished
becoming part of
never leaving
A stone to mark the way
sun and shadow move and play
the rhythm of the land
Together.
~ Laurence Overmire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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