The Earth Beneath My Feet
The Earth Beneath My Feet
by Claus Kropp of Lorsch, Germany
It is the time of year,
that I have learned to love,
time to prepare the plow,
the oxen and I one.
The earth beneath our feet,
the furrows our path,
this feelings oh so filled,
with joy and happy ends.
Work now becomes a purpose,
effort turns to flow,
the sound of clods to symphony,
and exhaustion leads to fun.
The work has been completed,
the day’s work now is done,
we return to home together,
as a unit and as one.
