Dirt—– a Poem

DIRT

Dirt

Is matter out of place
It’s not innately dirty
It’s just in the wrong space.

Soil
Doesn’t soil out in the yard
It’s just doing its job
Whether soft or hard.

Dirt
Is needed just to grow
Even the simplest plant
And all the food we know.

Soil
Is precious and performs
Many necessary functions
Sheltering from the storms.

Earth
It can be dust to dust
But lest we overlook it
It’s the Genesis of us.

Earthworks
Yes, it surely does
It’s our firm foundation
For all that is and was.

Adam’s
Name means earthling
Though disconnected now
Of our origin we must surely sing—

Of the ground of all our being,
Of the soil in which we grow,
Of the dirt which makes us fertile
Of the earth, the home we know
Of the seedbed of our wisdom
Of the root of all that’s strong
Of the raising from the dust
By the Farmer to whom we belong.

BW3
2-25-14
For Mr. Seedbed