Meditation on Planting By David Snedden
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
That post game party field you circle up on
And when it rains, you get stuck on
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
Her blue-eyed summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build a ten percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt”
West Fork Unitarian Universalists 