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Heart and Soil 

Working the soil does things to a man
From head to toe, even his funny tan
Maybe a little dirt gets in his veins
Or the heat of the sun scrambles his brains

With tiller and rake and shovel and hoe
He puts on his gloves, he's ready to go
He's out to battle with the rocks and weeds
And straighten furrows to settle the seeds

He feeds them and waters and cultivates
And then he patiently waits, and he waits
All season long he tends to his plants
If he thought it would help he'd likely dance

He may wonder if it's worth the toil
Putting all that time into the soil
Even the harvest may not seem enough
In this high tech world of imported stuff

But there's satisfaction he can't elude
Raising and eating his very own food
One more benefit plays a major part
Enrichment in the soil of his heart

April 27, 1997 D.P.Groberg

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