I've been in touch with the earth
from eight to eighteen
I've tasted the the dirt
Oh, the abrasions I've seen!
I've been one with the pavement
I've been one with the pain
I've contemplated the gravel
when I jumped from a train
I once communed with an animal
then communed with the ground
When my equestrian skills
were not to be found.
When I channeled the energy
of a poorly taped line
of an aerator machine,
I expanded my mind.
The lessons in life
can be deep and profound,
and, for a blue collar sage
the lessons abound.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
I've been in touch with the earth
from eight to eighteen
I've tasted the the dirt
Oh, the abrasions I've seen!
I've been one with the pavement
I've been one with the pain
I've contemplated the gravel
when I jumped from a train
I once communed with an animal
then communed with the ground
When my equestrian skills
were not to be found.
When I channeled the energy
of a poorly taped line
of an aerator machine,
I expanded my mind.
The lessons in life
can be deep and profound,
and, for a blue collar sage
the lessons abound.
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