In The Garden
Push your hands into the dirt
Let them absorb the ways of old
Allow mother natures nourishment
Like plants waiting to grow
Each root draws from the sun
It's the fuel that sparks our lives
Dirt equalizes the mental plane
It gives reason to our years of strife
Push your hands into the dirt
Pretend your this years crop
Use each nutrient from the soil
Continue to grow until you stop
It's that good old nature stuff
The spirit is alert to nurture these
Push your hands into the dirt
Say a prayer for you and me
Copyright 1995 Robert Luttrell
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