~ By Ellen Shoenfeld, from ‘The Dark Honey Clover’ Valley Press 2009
My country is this dirt that gathers under my fingernails when I am in the garden.
The quiet bacteria and fungi, all the little insects and bugs are my compatriots.
They are idealistic, always working together for the common good.
I kneel on the earth and pledge my allegiance to all the dirt of the world, to all of that soil which grows flowers and food for the just and unjust alike.
The soil does not care what we think about or whom we love.
It knows our true substance, of what we are really made.
I stand my ground on this ground,
this ground which will ultimately recruit us all back to its side.
~ All photos by Shannon @ DirtNKids