MOTHER EARTH'S DAY

MOTHER EARTH'S DAY
June 2, 2007

It was a beautiful day for driving in the country,
enroute to an event that would celebrate veterans.
My camera forgotten, I gazed at the fields of gold,
dandelions are not just a weed, they are God's art.

I gazed at the mountains rising skyward in glory,
as the sun shone down through a clear blue sky.
In the fields, farmers were tilling the soil, laboring
to bring a good harvest in the cooler days of Fall.

How precious is this Mother Earth, taken for granted
by some whose lives are lived in high-rise buildings,
rushing about from place to place, not stopping
to take a look at the beautiful world around them.

I drink in the fragrance of the flowers, blooming
along the roadway, watch as the birds swoop down
to find the feast for the day, unaware of the traffic
as the cars line up behind me, blowing horns.

I pull over to the side of the road and let them by,
within minutes they are out of sight, and the earth
is quiet once more. I get out of the car, kick off shoes
and take a walk through dirt and grasses, feeling good.

It's Mother Earth Day! I want to shout to the cars
that speed by without so much as a glance my way.
Perhaps they think I am a bit touched in the head,
as I wave my hand and feel the touch of a soft breeze.

Reluctantly, I get back in the car, sliding on my shoes
without noticing the bits of brown dirt on my feet
or the grass stains on my skirt. For just a little while,
I was one with nature, and enjoying every minute.

Countrymom
6/5/07

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