I am a poet,

not the fashionable sort -

more folksy in origin - more of the earth,

my roots grow deep,

I understand their worth and

I'm proud of that connection.

These hands, that nurtured life

and processed death, are now repurposed -

the knife, replaced by pen and brush

faithfully record the upward rush

of creativity's urgent need.

Gravity's pull remains a constant,

maintaining contact with the soil -

aware that well-sown seeds are our enrichment.

My roots grow deep - I know their worth

and I am proud of that connection,

so,

                     with my simple life unveiled - -

                               I live in peace with Mother Earth.