The Real Dirt
Dirt has had, since its inception,
an unfair place in our conception—
a thing for us to rail against
and throw the laundry pail against.
Dirty thoughts are seen as rude,
and yet dirt grows our daily food.
Without it, we would flail and totter.
Impossible to walk on water!
Just had to repost this poem from four years ago for the dVerse Poets prompt. You can find it here: dVerse Poets
To read other poems on this topic, go HERE.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A wonderful poem, Judy! I love it.
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Love it! You should see my smile!
Seriously, this kind of “light” verse is so hard to do well. You have the lightest of touches.
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Thanks, Sarah. Comes from being air-headed.
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What a unique thought. Love this Judy
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hear, hear, Judy!
~David
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Haha, that’s true, “Impossible to walk on water!” 🙂
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