Covered in soil, hidden in the meadow.
With my shovel and flowers
seated in the shade of the Ginko.
I wipe my hands down my torso.
My shovel lies amongst the grass,
Covered in soil, hidden in the meadow.
This is life’s quid pro quo.
What was taken I have returned
Seated in the shade of the Ginko.
Upon the wind’s whispers dance the crows.
The swoop towards my flowers
Covered in soil, hidden in the meadow.
The land is gorgeous, and the sun is high. Although,
I am not at peace today,
Seated in the shade of the Ginko.
I must clean the red stains on my patio.
I’ll take my shovel and leave the man
Covered in soil, hidden in the meadow,
Seated in the shade of the Ginko
Liria Burgos is a second year majoring in secondary social studies education at University Park. She writes: “I find the most enjoyment in participating in winter sports, namely skiing and snowboarding, as well as hiking and enjoying nature. I greatly enjoy writing, though I don’t have much time for it, and hope I can incorporate it into my life as much as possible in the years to come.”