Now that I’m 50, people tell me I should write a will.


I will my life to all that is

One Earth


From topsoil to thin blue line,

Envelope of sustenance


Miles of roots invisible,

Animals winged, finned, scaled and legged

No land or home to call my own,

Land and home of all.



About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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