Dirt Worship

[the mingo]

more than
one person

;in my life
has
lived
in

_ a gravel pit

[dadio]

Enjoyed.

[justwalt]

what do you got, bed rock?

[the mingo]

Enjoyed.

Thx Terry, appreciate it

[the mingo]

what do you got, bed rock?

Visible bedrock is rare in the great state of Yew Nork, Walt, except along the rivers and up in the mountains. Each of the last four Ice Ages brought all the rock and dirt between the Arctic Circle and here and left it behind when they retreated the last time. All of Yew Nork is an Ice Age landscape. All the dirt & gravel & sand I can see from where I sit, for hundreds of miles, came from Canada. The Canadians have never sent down any cleaning crews.

[justwalt]

hey mingo, I love NY, I love rocks.
Was raised over there.
The gravel... I'd guess, is in the NE part?

I know quite a lot of NY's geology, from the Palasades to
the finger lake to the great lakes... yeah, wow. Under NYC...

I'm in PA, a stone's throw from NY, and our wrinkles up
mountains, that spew water out of their tops...
we grow rocks here, we had a few 'breeders' at the home
we just sold, and at the new home, just a bunch of juveniles
scattered about...

thanks

[the mingo]

The gravel and sand & clay run from Buffalo to central Yew Nork. I'm over on the southeastern slopes & uplands of Tug Hill Plateau and there is plenty of both here, all the way north to the St. Lawrence River though there is more rock up there. Stones work their way up out of the ground here too and none of it native. Tree roots bring them up too. You walk into the woods and find mature oak or maple surrounded by stone the roots have forced out of the ground. Common sight.

[theirishsea]

Learned something new----about gravel and about tree roots forcing up the small stones.

So the poem has a physical reality. Interesting dimension. I took it as an emotional gravel pit---for whatever reason it was but the poem is rooted in physical reality.