I sit on pine planks grey and old
My handle wears a flake of gold
The Monarda grows in a row
Watching the heavy grey clouds grow
My belly holds a pinch of grit
Where the dormant seeds quietly sit
The soil is dry and cracked and deep
While the summer gardens fall asleep
Pour down the rain on the thirsty ground
Listen to the heavy thunder sound
Iron and soil in the summer heat
Keeping the rhythm of the steady beat
The Latin names are carved in stone
I stand on this porch all alone
The Salvia bows to the wind
Where the wild green ivy has pinned
Pour down the rain on the thirsty ground
Listen to the heavy thunder sound
Iron and soil in the summer heat
Keeping the rhythm of the steady beat
The sky turns a deep shade of blue
Bringing the water and something new
Cello strings weep in the sudden gust
Washing the orange off of my rust
I see the droplets hit the wood
Giving the roots what they understood
The loam drinks deep from the falling spray
Turning the dusty brown into grey
The storm moves on to the valley floor
I wait by the open kitchen door
Patience is found in the garden bed
Where the dormant spirits are finally fed
Pour down the rain on the thirsty ground
Listen to the heavy thunder sound
Iron and soil in the summer heat
Keeping the rhythm of the steady beat
Iron and soil, iron and soil
Watching the green gardens coil.
