Son of the Soil in the Concrete Jungle

 

Where is the place of the son of the soil in the concrete jungle?

Now that the farm is a sea of desks, computers and overstuffed drawers of dusty files;

Now that blunt, rusty, old hoes, cutlasses and shovels have reincarnated as pens, papers and qwerty keyboards;

Now that a season’s harvest is monthly (especially without the extra land for shifting cultivation);

Now that barns have been re-modeled as banks.

 

Where is the place of the son of the soil in the concrete jungle?

When shoes won’t let his bare-feet feel mother earth breathe;

When being natural is not fashionable;

When being down to earth is mostly a compliment;

When he’s more at home in nature than he is at “home”.

 

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    1. Much thanks. Glad you enjoyed the read. The son of the soil remains mother nature’s child. So his place should be any position that advocates for mother nature and all things natural. Although he might come across as a traditionalist-dinosaur in this digital age.

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