Earth Below

The pungent smell of the wet earth below brings a whiff from his childhood,

Him running awkwardly through the freshly ploughed fields,

Jumping between big clumps of earth of a vivid brown...

As he breathes in the scent of the soil under them in the rising night

This echo from a happy past gives his present love a new thrill,

A sense of continuity after he migrated from rural life to town.

But a doubt creeps in, an anxious fear that all of this might

Be pointless, as living will only ever get him killed!

And from earth to earth his life dreams and hopes will be taken down...