I am working with a group called Poetic Justice. We do a program involving writing with women in prison. We both work on the same assignments and share them with each other. This assignment involved writing an ode to ones self about one or more attributes that you like about yourself This is mine...
Ode to a
Forager
When you were
young, in meadows wandered
At home in
wild, and quiet places
Saddened when
the bountiful beauty was lost and squandered
By those taking
more, as if it were a race
Now siting
by a whispering stream
You point to
food growing along the banks
Others fail
to care, or so it seems
And do not
stop to offer thanks
Will the
gifts given to sustain all the living
be treasured
with surprise and wonder
Honored beauty,
nurture, healing….
Or lost to
us as short sighted work to plunder.
