hands and feet

just a heartfelt poem

Hands and Feet

Hands and feet blackened, looking like gnarled roots

dug into the soil,

sunbaked face, wrinkled by the wind

white hair whisps

tossed out of a scarf

a smile

brightened by the sun

a soul ,

fed by the earth

God and the soil

a life that long awaited the growing time

and a happiness that comes with the joy

of digging in the dirt

relishing life renewed

and the growth of treasured friends.

 

Author's Note

I am not a professional, I do not aspire to be I only speak from the heart.