I love where we live. A little town outside of Raleigh.
Electricity and runnin' water. Cable TV and an ice maker.
Our home sits on about an acre. Close enough to neighbors
to yell for help and be heard, but not close enough to raise
a window, whisper a request to borrow a cup of sugar, and have
a neighbor hand it to you from their driveway.
(Do neighbors even borrow sugar anymore?)
At the end of our street there's a big field. This past summer
it was full of tobacco. Now it's all plowed and getting ready
for whatever's next.
I walked up there today. The sun was starting to get lower in
the West, casting shadows in the furrows.
That was some beautiful dirt.
Memories of diggin' in it as a kid flashed in my mind.
Looking for worms, or fashioning foxholes for my toy soldiers.
Throwing dirt clods. Making mud pies.
Gettin' a little dirty helps us come clean....