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Brown Dirt
(August 8,1951 / Hillsboro, Oregon USA)

Brown Dirt

Poem By Harlan Simantel

(in memory of my dad, a farmer and gardener)

It's where we all come from -
brown dirt.
Africans, Asians, Europeans,
people of all colors -
from brown dirt.

We eat fruits and vegetables -
green beans, red onions, pink grapefruit,
white potatoes -
which all grow out of -
brown dirt.

The animals we eat - cattle, chickens, sheep -
they eat the oats and grains and grass
that grow out of -
brown dirt.

Flowers in all their variety and multi-colored glory,
leaves of varied shapes, sizes and designs,
and the trees that grow them come from -
brown dirt.

What is more valuable than
diamonds, silver and gold?
It's the humble substance
that gives us life -
Brown dirt.

We walk on it and treat it like dirt.
It doesn't get the respect it deserves -
brown dirt!

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Comments (3)

I thought this was a well thought out writing. A very mature writing. The kind of things people should always think about more. That's good writing. That's what writing is for. GW62
This captures my favorite soap box topic so succinctly.A pleasure to read.
Excellent thought. Your father must have been a wise man, and so are you. I only wish others would take a hint and stop spewing hate in their verse. Great poem.