Sonnet for the Soilweb

When power feeds itself and nothing more
Nor no one else but only its own greed
In never-sated savage hunger for
Its sickly swollen, hollow-hearted need-
Where can we find a quiet, peaceful place
Reminding us how different we could be
If we took lessons from the soilweb’s grace
And, learning so to share, be grown and free?
Clear-headedness to see and understand
How throwing off confusion, anger’s spring,
Can come from soiled knees and dirty hands,
Attention to each good green growing thing.
The interdependence that gardens teach
Creates a mindspace demagogues can’t reach.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to Sonnet for the Soilweb

  1. rita kowats says:

    And we musn’t let them in. Thank you, Jane.

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