In the Sweet Earth the Wild Blackberries Grow
Once a bull, arched back, pawing the earth, bellowing - I am here, come challenge me
An eagle high above testing his wings
A hawk hunting alone soaring above, the shriek I fear none
A coyote howling - night, time to roam
Ever a barnyard rooster insistent the sun rise so the day can be begun
A wild boar, tusk exposed, digging in the earth leaving a trace - been here
On a tree reaching high, leaving scrape marks for history, a cat
A stallion, racing the wind along the fence bound in but free
The mullet jumping as high as gravity allows
Shoes laid aside, the mark of civilization unbound
Free
Invincible, he was here
In the sweet earth, the wild blackberries grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a wonderful poem filled with such glorious imagery! Very beautifully written. And thank you for your informative note included. Skeet sounds as if he was certainly a carefree soul. A child of nature. This is such a lovely piece of poetry!