Earth Song and Rain Dance
Someone once told me that you should post on a blog at least once a week. Woops. I've been tardy now for the past month. Actually, I'm doing research on the difference between native plants and introduced or altered plants, and the effect they have on our world. I WILL write about this soon. In the meantime, someone in my poetry group dug up a poem I wrote years ago, when I still was living on the farm. And I found another one from that time period that speaks about my wish for rain just now. So I'm sharing both of them below. And soon there should be some words about native plants.
Earth Song
Eagles drifting o’er the hillside
Waves of grasses blowing free
Birdsong wakes the dozing fox kits
Green as far as eyes can see.
Ancient roots stretch deeply under
Tips of branches touch the skies
Wisdom lives within this hardwood
Ancient knowing softly sighs.
Underground the earth is moving
Tunnels lengthen, species thrive
Teeming realms of tiny creatures
Building blocks so we survive.
Wind that carries scent from flowers
Water flowing round the bend
All lives in a glorious rhythm
Sacred gifts that never end.
Rain Dance
god of summer weather
who brings wind to chase away mosquitoes
and freshen still air
who shepherds clouds to cool thick heat
and turn colors vivid deep
who pulls up the heavy sun at horizon's far line
to shoot like a drug into green leaves
and warm the rocks of snakes
you who move through our world
with casual power of life and death
might you find it in your cosmic schedule
to blow a little rain my way?
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