Sunday, July 4, 2010

The Morning Reading:"My country is this dirt"

by Ellie Schoenfeld

My country is this dirt
that gathers under my fingernails
when I am in the garden.
The quiet bacteria and fungi,
all the little insects and bugs
are my compatriots. They are
idealistic, always working together
for the common good.
I kneel on the earth
and pledge my allegiance
to all the dirt of the world,
to all of that soil which grows
flowers and food
for the just and unjust alike.
The soil does not care
what we think about or who we love.
It knows our true substance,
of what we are really made.
I stand my ground on this ground,
this ground which will
recruit us all
to its side.



Anonymous said...

Fantastic! I love it.
And this is what I about to do---get my hands in the dirt of my garden.

the other L

Robbi said...

A good answer to the nonsense about patriotism one sometimes encounters.

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