Student Poetry This Project WR245 More Home		“a turtle in dirt” A rhythmic imitation of if everything happens that can't be done by e.e. cummings Liz Hart being a turtle in dirt is such fun (with my head all poked out my legs spread wide) I know I’m the happiest turtle alive (people pass by, sigh, they know not a thing) this is why I dig and don’t run I’m just a turtle burying my soft head (on up to my shell under mud hole, or hill) there’s nothing that’s better than a turtle in dirt (it’s magical ideal a-symmetrical) I find in soil all I am, and everything’s worth as a turtle I’m slow and see things different (than flies or frogs so fast- buzzing a ribbit) and dirt’s what I see the most (keeping things alive that can’t be otherwise) there’s nothing as perfect as that dirt leaves a trail from my belly to tail (I am never lost if I’m scooting through dust) that’s the cynical thing about dirt, it’s dirt dirty (it can get clumsy and smelly and wet) however others despise, ignore, or disguise it I know as a turtle, that dirt never fails if dirt is where I am, and where life begins (claw to clod I don’t stop until I find a worm) then this turtle won’t stop until she is heard in dirt - I am where things are and things are what I am Liz Hart, a student at Clackamas Community College, has always been a poet. She is passionate about life and her turtle. Liz will serve as intern for the Clackamas Literary Review beginning September, 2005. You may read more of Liz's classroom poetry by using the graphic links below.
		"baby brother" by Liz Hart can be read here. Previous             Next 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Copyright © 2005 Liz Hart All rights reserved. Spring Term 2005. Clackamas Community College, Oregon City, Oregon Web design by Doran Web Works.