David Walker Poet Rhyme

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Farmland

Farmland 
David J Walker

I am
	The dreamland
Of the farm

The zauberhaft/magic-craft 
Found in the brown dirt 

Beneath the feats 
of farmers 

I am 
	The farmhand  of

The sacred farmland 
Often found 
	Ground into dust and

	Blown by the wind 
Into the next county

I am the dirt ground into grime 
and found 
beneath the fingernails 

of farmers 
	having coffee
in town 
at the corner 
coffee shop
eating eggs and
	smoking unfiltered cigarettes 

I am the pungent perfume
Of turned earth 

	Wetted with moisture of
Morning dew 

The balm that soothes and heals 
the sunbaked brown skin of the earth

I am packed caleche printed in 
Tire track dirt road ruts 

That leads farm families from
Rural isolation to

	Civilization
Covered in asphalt & concrete 

I am the mound 
	Covering the graves 
Of long-gone farmers 

That Jesus saves 
	For Himself

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