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Ode to A Compost Pile by David at Tropical Texana
Little bugs eat along
Move along, crawl along
Little worms plow
In the compost delight
Once there were leaves
And a twig and a pass along
Little worms plow along
All through the night
A year and a day sits the pile
Of old get-alongs
Slowly they turn
‘til the time is just right.
Now comes the gardener
From the house as he moves along,
Ready to dig
With all of his might
Some hands and a trowel
Rush by worms that are quite alarmed!
Up to the bucket on the edge of the pile
The Garden is waiting
As the wheelbarrow rolls along
Rolls along, rolls along with compost delight
Summer is waning and cool breezes move along
Farmers see winter clouds darken and die
But deep in the earth those little worms plow along
Little worms plow along
in compost tonight.
Very nice. I just processed my compost last month and spread it on the garden as well.
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I didn't even know Whitman wrote a poem on compost, but I'm sure it doesn't compare to yours! It's freezing here, but I'm hoping the little worms are warm deep down in my compost pile and working hard so I have more of that lovely black gold next year, too. Thanks for the smiles this morning:)
ReplyDeleteThat is some beautiful compost! And a lovely worm-turning poem. I'm getting a reputation 'round town myself for begging table scraps, newspapers, and coffee grounds off of people.
ReplyDeleteCompost -- It's a beautiful thing!!! Nothin' like it for what ails ya!
ReplyDeleteWow, that's some mighty fine compost. I think you should share the poem with your students! Maybe this will be the week you can come by after work? I think they're starting work on the sinkhole Monday ... how about Wednesday?
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun poem! My mind wanted to sing it, but couldn't think of the tune. That compost is lovely!
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