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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Never felt obliged To ask the soil for her thoughts Before I planted my seeds Watered and weeded and fertilized With hands guided by my heart Not only do I doubt If she would have given consent I honestly don’t know If she would have welcomed My yearning soul into her home Of warm, brown earth Softened by sun and rain Breathing only precious beads Of dewdrop dreams And autumn leaves decaying Into the depths of her tenderness Never once did I feel the need To ask this loam for permission To plant the flowers and vegetables The fruits and scrumptious herbs Which gave me so much sweetness To feed my palette and vista I wonder what she would have said If I’d only asked, possibly pled For the chance to plant a seed or two Give into the soil’s longing for compost To nourish her and give her sustenance Cuisine made up of manure and muck Meant to provide her with nutrients Food to enliven, enlighten and brighten Her dreams of good things so she’d thrive Still, I remained silent in my guilt Stealing her dirt with my shrubs Never giving her the opportunity to say If she was ok with my cultivating Plowing and growing in her reservoir Of soft, warm soil meant for a nursery A garden of hopes and dreams and ideas Gentle lights fading into the shadows Behind the oaks and pines, where I grew Truths that remembered to pray For the sunshine and the rain The food that would sustain My stolen garden, grown without consent From the heart of the earth’s glorious gifts
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