Friday, April 23, 2010

Earth is School

Earth is School
by Gideon Burton

Whole days in tunnels, cubicles of dark
denial of the windy world outside
where sudden sunshine steals across the park
or warming rains make maples shake in pride.
We have too well composed our roofs and doors
and piped into our cells what we all thought
we needed, cleaned and waxed our parquet floors
as though our feet should nothing soil nor spot.
But wiser ones have cast aside the pride
of stucco, timbers hewed and deftly locked,
have whispered to the mountain crests outside
and dirtied shirts and shoes and pants and socks.
        Defy the rain, come with me in the cool.
        No need for work or study. Earth is school.

Feel free to copy, imitate, remix, or redistribute this poem as long as you give proper acknowledgment of authorship. Photo: flickr - Mike Hornblade

1 comment:

  1. I love this one. On many levels. I love the way you represent how much we lose by getting what we think we need.

    And it makes me crave the mountains. Great timing. Just as spring fever is hitting. I'll be getting out in any way I can (as soon as the rain stops).