Soil Poem by Brenda Poole

Soil



That old dirty soil
Underneathe my feet
I kept on struttin
Despite defeat

Sometimes the soil
Lay hard
Sometimes the soil
Lay soft

I like that soft soil
I can move it around
And sometimes...

I just move it right
Out my way...
For good

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