Tatjana read this poem yesterday at our Thanksgiving table and it’s only fitting that 3 year old Ruby stripped down to her boots to run around like a child of nature.<\/p>\n
Patriotism<\/strong><\/p>\n by Ellie Schoenfeld<\/p>\n My country is this dirt \n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Tatjana read this poem yesterday at our Thanksgiving table and it’s only fitting that 3 year old Ruby stripped down to her boots to run around like a child of nature. Patriotism by Ellie Schoenfeld My country is this dirt that gathers under my fingernails when I am in the garden. The quiet bacteria and fungi, all the little insects and bugs are my compatriots. They are idealistic, always working together for the common good.… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14122","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-3FM","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14122","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14122"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14122\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14124,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14122\/revisions\/14124"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14122"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14122"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14122"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthat gathers under my fingernails
\nwhen I am in the garden.
\nThe quiet bacteria and fungi,
\nall the little insects and bugs
\nare my compatriots. They are
\nidealistic, always working together
\nfor the common good.
\nI kneel on the earth
\nand pledge my allegiance
\nto all the dirt of the world,
\nto all of that soil which grows
\nflowers and food
\nfor the just and unjust alike.
\nThe soil does not care
\nwhat we think about or who we love.
\nIt knows our true substance,
\nof what we are really made.
\nI stand my ground on this ground,
\nthis ground which will
\nultimately
\nrecruit us all
\nto its side.<\/p>\n