I don't know about you guys, but I really like poetry, and I usually read a poem or two before I go to bed. The other night, this poem popped up in my current anthology (Good Poems, compiled by Garrison Keillor), and I thought it was too appropriate not to share here.
Hoeing
John Updike
I sometimes fear the younger generation will be deprived
of the pleasures of hoeing;
there is no knowing
how many souls have been formed by this simple exercise.
The dry earth like a great scab breaks, revealing
moist-dark loam -
the pea-root's home,
a fertile wound perpetually healing.
How neatly the green weeds go under!
The blade chops the earth new.
Ignorant the wise boy who
has never performed this simple, stupid and useful wonder.
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