Like Socrates,tread I barefoot on the ground Drink deeply, elixir of the soil Strengthened by every grain imbibed Connections rooted deeply from the core The elemental smell of rain- freed earthy spores that cleanse and heal;
A living substrate made for growth In simplicity, softly drawn within Where we, with nature, seemingly at one Are held, Protected by the earth and riches found within; Sustained and energised from to toe to finger tip;
To toil the soil Anticipation and sortilege spun; A web of faith Assured and humbled of wisdom that will flow. Immersed, alone and freed from other ties Pure joy it is- Abandonment to garden hoe.
My Devon Life 