born with earth in your hand by Carissa Dewey Today you are a gardener- You were born with earth in your hand you you are a gardener you own an understanding and it owns you. and I can’t blame you- your understanding and how the scent of dark deep earth thrives inside of you but sometimes I lay naked and we love naked here in this small town, we must think we belong together. how can I tell when you stay quiet and I am yearning to be born? 05/28/2008 Posted on 05/29/2008 Copyright © 2025 Carissa Dewey Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Melissa Panther on 08/08/08 at 03:17 AM I love this..."yearning to be born"...perfection! Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)