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leaning on a hoe,
gardening with a big smile.
He told me that what he needs
is more fertilizer
black or white or
rich or poor.
I watched his blistered hands
turn thick in spring with calluses,
and he was busy with the hoe
from day one just raising potatoes.
When I look out there he stops,
turns to smile and drink,
and with a little wink
that sends shivers up my spine,
he turns his back on me again
and keeps digging.
I FOUND GOD IN MY BACK YARD
I found God in my back yard,
leaning on a hoe,
gardening with a big smile.
He told me that what he needs
is more fertilizer
black or white or
rich or poor.
I watched his blistered hands
turn thick in spring with calluses,
and he was busy with the hoe
from day one just raising potatoes.
When I look out there he stops,
turns to smile and drink,
and with a little wink
that sends shivers up my spine,
he turns his back on me again
and keeps digging.