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Have You Ever
Really Thought?
by Candy
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You wash it out of your
children's clothes. Pets track it in on their feet. It is swept out,
vacuumed up, shoveled, raked, hoed, planted in and built upon. We take
it for granted. It is the foundation for our sidewalks, roads and
buildings. We either curse it or praise it as we labor to plant our
gardens.
But have you ever really
thought about soil as an identity? Soil gives us a sense of place. As
much as the shape of the land, from flat to hilly, the soil is the skin
of the earth.
When you were a child at
play, did you play in the dirt? Did you make mud pies or construct roads
and tunnels? Think back to the earth of your childhood. Was it tan,
brown or sprinkled with pebbles? Was it aflame with orange or red clay?
Was it fertile black loam? Was it sandy or rocky or damp or cracked from
thirst? Was it soft top soil or the hardest of clay?
Sit again, for a moment,
as a child, and remember. Examine the soil of your childhood. It will
take you back.
The cracks formed by
drying mud.
The long shadows of a
sunset on sand dunes.
The artistry of rocks
jutting out, casting shadows.
The lush, green aroma of
abundant vegetation.
The muddy ripples left
by a rainstorm.
~~~~~~~~~~The
skin of the earth, the soul of the land~~~~~~~~~~
A mosaic of pebbles.
A bold sculpture of
rocks.
A watercolor of
sandstone.
A bayou of swamp.
A
drift of sand.
Cherish the earth.
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Written by Candy
Nov. 2002
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