Oh, the glorious nature of manure, symbolizing the great circle of life.
What goes in must come out and then return to fertilize the earth.
To nourish the plants, that then get plucked and eaten again.
Oh, the smell, reminding us all of the eye opening pungent thing called life.
The very word we use to describe so much of life, like my dad's long lectures.
"Go shovel," says he. "That's okay," I think. For manure is life, or is life manure?
Oh, the glorious nature of manure.
Written by Erin Guy