Feb 16

You won’t believe what I found!  Yep, you guessed it.  None other than the piece of dirt poem alluded to in the afore mentioned post.  

I was reading all of your comments and lamenting about not being able to locate the prize-winning rhyme.  I was searching again on the computer under my high school’s name when I felt the Lord gently prod me to get to the business I was supposed to be doing – CLEANING!  Since Tuesday, I’ve been knee-deep in cleaning out the crawl space off of the sitting area in our bedroom.  I whole-heartedly, but somewhat sadly, agreed that I needed to finish my cleaning project.  
Up from the computer, I arose.  Shoulders sagging, feet dragging I sauntered down the hall to my room.  My first task was to clean out one pink stackable crate.  The first thing I pulled out of it was a Garfield folder with “Writing & Drawing Folder” scribbled across the front.  
With a quick intake of breath, my heart began to race.  Could it be inside?  I quickly but carefully scanned the contents of the folder.  Halfway through the stack of notebook paper scribblings, I found a piece of dirt.  No really.  I found A Piece of Dirt!
After reading it, I’m fairly sure there were no other entrants in the poetry competition in high school.  That is the only explanation for the accolade it was given.  Just remember, I was in tenth grade when I wrote it.  
So without further ado, I present to you:
A Piece of Dirt
Did you ever feel sorry 
For a piece of dirt?
He sits all day
And has no quirks.
He’s brown and dull
And has no friends.
His long boring life
Won’t come to an end.
He sits and he sits;
He won’t ever stir.
Unless a big wind
Comes and gives him a whir.
So whenever you’re standing 
On the ground, you can say
I thought of you dirt
Just the other day.
Carol Buell
All rights reserved here.  I mean if you want to print this baby on a t-shirt or quote it in your inspirational speech, please contact me first. Thanks.
I hope y’all are happy.

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  • Amy Wyatt Feb 16 at 2:44 pm

    Poor little piece of dirt.

  • Janet Roller Feb 16 at 2:47 pm

    I’m so happy for you…and us!
    Thanks for the effort.

  • kmom3 Feb 16 at 2:54 pm

    Wow. I will never look at dirt the same again. How you captured its plight, how you opened our eyes to the pain and suffering! hee hee 🙂
    Have a great weekend!

  • BethAnne Feb 16 at 5:04 pm

    Hold on a minute…..I have a tear in my eye. What a beautiful poem. You really feel deeply, dont you? Bravo. clap. clap. clap.

  • Cheri Feb 16 at 9:50 pm

    It’s all about timing. Amazing how when we do what we’re supposed to do ..things just work out.

    I’m with Amy–poor little piece of dirt.

  • DeAnna Feb 17 at 3:08 am

    Wait!!!! I think I hear someone shouting about a literary award way off in the distance. Oh, no, sorry. It was just one of the kids needing a cup of milk from the refrigerator downstairs. I am so moved by the depth that one little piece of dirt had.

    Hee! Hee!

  • Stephanie (Ocean Mommy) Feb 18 at 2:07 am

    I’m going to feel guilty now when I look down at a piece of dirt….

    Poor thing.


  • MaryLu Feb 18 at 8:04 pm

    Wow, I’d hate to be lower than dirt.
    The grasshopper in “A Bug’s Life” said that would be an ant.
    Anyone got an ant poem?

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