by Gregg Oakley
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Between the soil, tree
I have been given a job to do.
No one else seems interested
As I walk around in the street
Picking up only what I’ve been given.
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A boisterous wind blew and blew
Just like a young boy shaking the tree
Down come the pecans.
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We have been given the earth
And the earth provides for us,
A perpetual feast.
2 Comments
Rani Malone
Beautiful!
Jennifer Attwood
Great job with your descriptions. I felt the breeze on my face as I was walking down the side walk — and then a pecan hit me in the face. This reminds me alot of community gardening or planting fruit trees or trees that provide something edible placed around our cities. A great way to provide for hungry people in need. This is such a free – spirited way to explain how we take care of our planet and it takes care of us. I love how you used the term “perpetual feast” at the end of your poem.