EARTH
I crumble
the dark earth between my fingers.
provider of life.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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EARTH
I crumble
the dark earth between my fingers.
provider of life.
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Comments5
Such truth,
so few words,
for us to know.
Without it we wouldn't exist.Thanks Andy.
I grabbed a clod and shook the sod off.
Provider of big holes for the dead to give life.
Once again your short pieces inspire.
Short ones are all I have time for at the moment but you can pack a punch in a shortie - thanks Dusk.
That's just what the mother-in-law said to me in bed last night.
A good write and pic M. You crumbling? Another Berles - Crum Berles!
I'm apple crumbling with hot custard. Does anyone remember Nola Custard?
nicely stacked words, and of course true...
Thanks Neville - always appreciated.
THNAKS UNCLE MIKE : ANGELA HERE ! 8:30 pm and another day done & dusted ! Love the CHURCH & the PACK HORSE BRIDGE makes me homesick ! Love soil an incredible substance : It really is the *PROVIDER OF LIFE !* It would cost the EARTH if we had to manufacture it : but like the SUN & MOON its just there for our use (or misuse !) Please check BRIANS POEM *This Old House* thanks.
Blessings to You & Yours
Yours ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thanks for your kind comments as always Angela.
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