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