Poetic Fridays- Deep Down in the Earth

A Friday ritual- a post of words- a poem, a story, a song- that has been tumbling around in my head this week. Words that have changed my life or words that have nourished me. Words that have offered comfort or brought joy. Little scribbly shapes that can change so much. No commentary.

If you have words that have been inspiring you this week, leave a  link to your blog or share them in the comments.

Who is this I hear
deep down in the Earth,
hacking and cracking the rocks and the stones?
Is it the wind so strong and free
singing through branches of every tree?
No, it's not the wind.

Who is this I hear
deep down in the Earth,
hacking and cracking the rocks and the stones?
Is it the squirrel on scampering feet,
searching for acorns and nuts to eat?
No, it's not the squirrel.

Who is this I hear
deep down in the Earth,
hacking and cracking the rocks and the stones?
It is the giants big and strong,
as they march and stride along?
No, it's not the giants.

Who is this I hear
deep down in the Earth,
hacking and cracking the rocks and the stones?
It is the chickadee small and quick,
looking for seeds with a pickety pick?
No, it's not the chickadee!

Then let us see - who can it be?
Behold the dwarfs inside the hill
their tiny hammers are never still.
They sing and work deep underground,
and as they tap the rocks resound.

Crack, crack, the rocks we hack.
Quake, quake, the mountains shake.
Bang, bang, our hammers clang,
in caverns old we seek the gold.

-"Let Us Form a Ring: An Acorn Hill Anthology" (Spiral-bound)