Sorry for ewd, this just wanted to flow like it is!.
North Dakota Sod
Sod has a distinctive taste, even a seasonal flavor!.
It gives off these flavors to remind you…
remind you of your roots, your relationship, of what you steward!.
The winds are the plates that carry these tastes to you!.
And speaking of winds…they carry a lot up here!.
Seldom a day without extra plates appearing!
Maybe its God’s way of stirring his soil
or keeping the mosquitoes to a manageable many!
So, go ahead and take a breath, smell its flavor!.
Yawn, and you get a helping or two!.
Here in the valley it’s rich, black and hearty,
farther west, grainy, sandy…sod for antelope and cows!.
But only in springtime does it seem to stay at home!.
Perhaps the need to regenerate more food to keep it strong,
or to show you how pretty it can be with its green shades
of silken, flowing fabrics, moving like giant, horizontal flags!.
Then like magic it changes its coat to gold, rich golden gold!.
Miles of it!. Dotted with some trees and farms and telephone poles!.
Its saying, “Come, take of me, replenish your stores, I give freely now!.”
So you harvest and in return you churn the land to re-feed, and repay!.
Then, suddenly these rich flavors seem to sour, become bitter, harsh and
as grayness overcomes, cold bites and sideway winds abrade your face!.
You will smell fear now, if you wander too long over the sod!.
There are no favorites played out there, in that winter land of cold!.
But survive long enough though, upon this sod, and you will become a part!.
For the richness that yields so much also feeds you…your body and your soul!.
And when it comes time to bid farewell, it gladly welcomes you home!.
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