Parched Earth

“…I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is  sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.”  MY ANTONIA by Willa Cather, P.18, c.1918


the waves of dried grass

drink in the cloudburst of rain

for far too long they have endured the heat of the sun’s rays

for far too long the blades reached out in a tall, stately stature

waiting on command for recognition of their need

when, at last, the rain drops quenched their thirst

giving them strength to go green again

and live in hope

it took patience and strength to wait

it took patience and strength not to allow itself burn in rage

it took patience and strength to open itself to possibilities

the grass did for itself what it could

extending its roots down into the soil and  drawing the droplets upward

the grass stood its ground

and did not leave for vacation

perhaps it was the solidarity of the blade formation that gave it strength

what gives nature the resilience to grow again and again?

"Clouds of Flight" Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, near Palmyra, WI. Sept. 12, 2015

“Clouds of Flight” Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, near Palmyra, WI. Sept. 12, 2015


18 thoughts on “Parched Earth

  1. reocochran says:

    Beautiful passage and poetry, Johann. Your photograph is lovely, too. Have a great weekend and hope you get refreshed. 🙂

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  2. Rain after a drought, that is magic.

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  3. Eliza Waters says:

    Beautiful Jane!

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  4. thank you, Eliza…knowing how much you love Mother Earth, I appreciate your compliment even moreso!


  5. Clanmother says:

    A profound and thoughtful post – a great way to begin my weekend. All the very best to you, my dear friend.


    • Thank you, Rebecca! It is now August, and I see you commented some time in July. I have been busy teaching English online to students in China a few hours a week. I love the experience of meeting new students and teaching! Along with the teaching, my older brother came to help me with repairing my floors. I am blessed! As a result, my writing has taken a back seat…and my thoughts are building momentum! Thank you for your kind compliment on my writing, Rebecca! Best to YOU!

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      • Clanmother says:

        So wonderful to hear from you and read about all the projects that have kept you busy. I’l be in and out of Internet starting this week but will be back first week in September. Enjoy the last weeks of summer. Talk soon!

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  6. Beautifully written, my friend!!


  7. priscillacmcho says:

    This is a beautiful take of the sky!❤

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  9. clarabetty says:

    Catching up on trading my blogs. This poem ihas so much depth anda different perspective, how the weeds themselves feel and how we can apply it to our lives. Excellent-one of your best!


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