Warm sunlight raises steam from last night’s dew
the birds subsided from their dawn alarm
a lazy turtle slowly trundles down
amid the grassy hollows of the farm

between my hands the sandy loam responds
a lover moaning under my caress
I smell the living soul in each damp clod
In each and all a mighty presence rests

the rooster struts and fascinates a hen
the earthworm gurgitates a healthy turd
a ladybug parols for pests again
and beetle shrugs and fascinates a bird

but all of this is not for anything
except to tell me here I am a king

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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