Soil
There’s something in a furrow’s length,
A smell of earth that gives us strength.
Many look for other things
But something in the soil still clings
To dreams and unexpressed desires.
There’s a pleasantness like autumn fires.
Life may be mixed with tears and mirth
But it’s seasoned with the soil of earth.
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© 2001 Leo VanMeer
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