A poem inspired by Jesse K. Butler's "Core Sample"
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I am the keeper of the detritus,
Managing stuff for all of us.
Car piled high with treasures found,
Into the woods I’m passion bound.
Cobbling things that don’t quite fit,
On top of once a gravel pit.
“Oh for soil” my heart yearns,
As digging yields only rocks under ferns.
Yet I will claim this bit of land,
With cobbled buildings near at hand.
And make a place for all of us,
For I am the keeper of the detritus.
My! Terry! You are a poet
And I did not know it!
Love it
I am the keeper of the detritus,
Managing stuff for all of us.
Car piled high with treasures found,
Into the woods I’m passion bound.
Cobbling things that don’t quite fit,
On top of once a gravel pit.
“Oh for soil” my heart yearns,
As digging yields only rocks under ferns.
Yet I will claim this bit of land,
With cobbled buildings near at hand.
And make a place for all of us,
For I am the keeper of the detritus.
My! Terry! You are a poet
And I did not know it!