Lucky you, you still have the soil
The soil to till
To me, now, the smell of soil
Is only in memory
Then, I was five or so
My dad was tilling the soil
In a tiny lot adjacent to our house
I loved to watch him swinging his hoe
Squatting behind his back, I would follow him jumping like a frog
Whenever I found a chunk of soil he left uncrushed behind him
I would jump on to it, swinging my own tiny hoe
I would crush it with all my force to smooth dirt
Cucumbers, tomatoes, eggplants…
Some of the fruits we were seeing in our hearts to grow in the soil
Yes, in those food-scarce days, they were really sweet fruits
Just imagining them ripe on the soil made my heart swell
The soil wafted such a sweet smell to my nose
But now, it’s under thick concrete
I remember a row of camellia bushes hedging the lot
But now, it’s been replaced by a concrete wall of a tall building
Lots of changes have come about since then
TVs, washing machines, vacuum cleaners, cars, computers, smart phones, etc…
Thanks to industrialists, all these gadgets began to rush in for better living
Yes, living now is much easier, and comfortable, than it was then
But now, why is it that I yearn so much for the smell of the soil
I miss the sweetness and the taste of the fruits that grew from our soil
The hothouse-raised vegetables that we buy nowadays
Lack them all
Soil and dirt, are they what we were made from in the beginning?
Or have we evolved from something that existed by chance in the seawater?
Whatever the truth may be
I feel we’ve lost what’s vital for life and, I fear, life itself
This is so beautiful, and so sad. What have we sacrificed for the sake of “better living,” I wonder.
such simply imagery, and yet it strikes straight to the heart and to the point. I wonder if you know the song, can’t remember the singer’s name… “Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone… they paved paradise and put up a parking lot…”
Thank you for the kind comment. I can’t say I know the song but certainly familiar with what it’s trying to say. That’s exactly how it happened around where I live.
I feel like I am born in a wrong time. I love farming you know? Being a twenty something in today’s world and wanting to do different work then a 9-5 job is usually looked down on. I just love how you have put it out so beautifully, the cement jungles are throttling me! >.<
I miss my childhood that I spent on farms with my grand parents! That was the life. I have so much to say but I can not put it in words..
The sweetest memory in my life was when I spent a whole summer on a huge farm in the southern US when I was young. So I know how nice it is to live on a farm, too. 🙂