Am I A Mad Farmer?

by Joanna

I worked the earth

With fingertips raw

Dirt

Embedded

Digging life out of the gravel

Raking the leaves along the path

I would rather be

A mad farmer

Than a crazed gardener

Chasing leaves

Along the way

In effort to control

The uncontrollable

I would rather grow food

And edible flowers

Herbs

Plants that feed us

And give us purpose