for Victor Davis Hanson
When young I thought all wealth came from the soil,
forests, seas and mines.
My finest early lines
were blessings on our farmers and their toil.
I’ve praised the fishermen, the loggers too.
Noble, the miner’s soul
digging the earth for coal,
for iron ore that builds a penthouse view.
I’ve praised the trees for papers that we read,
much credit to him too
machining every screw
that knits together everything we need,
the roughneck drilling for our gas and oil.
I still think all our wealth comes from the soil.
Great essay, Tim Murphy