In youth I was beguiled
By master gardeners who, sowing words, raised
that fed and healed. # Link in context
I thought it would be grand
To grow thought out thought things
Soul food for children of the new day comin’ # Link in context
In those days it was thought
That authority rested in
Knowledge that required
The only debate
was over what was worth knowing
and who was worth cultivating. # Link in context
And so, I studied.
Apprenticed myself to those
who had never seen the likes of me
do more than pull a plow.
Brought the seeds from my grandmother’s garden
and said, # Link in context
“See? This too, is beautiful.
And its fruit makes all of us strong
And one day this will be
A poem.” # Link in context
Life plan for a poem by Kim Pearson is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.