Dirt

By Steve Wardrip

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Dirt. It’s where we came from.
Dirt. It’s where we go to. — steve wardrip

Lonely is the man that has no ground on which to stand,

Steady is the deep desert sand,
Plain as the palm up side of your hand,
Perfect in every way, dirt, man and woman’s land.

We work with what we have to work with, fools!

There were no tools, so we made tools,
There were no rules, so we made rules,
There was no us, so, we crawled out of pools.

Dust is dirt in disguise, Dirt is wise,

Have you ever gotten dirt in your eyes?
Have you ever seen a dust storm in the skies?
Dirt is dirt, always there, never tries to hide.

In dirt is our final peaceful resting place,

In dirt is where we bury every familiar face,
In dirt is the origin of the human race,
In dirt, we take our humble God given place.

Dirt. It’s where we came from.
Dirt. It’s where we go to.

— steve wardrip