The Forgetting

folks came to the city
to get jobs and prosper
and buy a house in suburbia
with close neighbors
but an 8 foot fence
and the city gave them convenience
but along the way they lost
the touch of nature
the compact with the earth
for the city was paved and sterile
and they forgot the feel
of dirt on their hands
the sweet aroma of plowed soil
the joy of growing things
from seed
the strength of knowing
they made the things they wore
and grew the things they ate
now it is too late
they can't go back
the city grows
but it can't fulfill the longing
of being
on the land and of the land
seeing its beauty
its soothing touch
now hands grow soft
and only old scrapbook photos tell
the way it used to be
and men grow weak
in the forgetting
of how to plow
and when to reap.


© d.knape
September 2, 2013
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