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The Song Challenge:   Digging herself in deeper and deeper -- Yep, it's your one and only Giver-uppper of the Golden Cow Chips, back from the 'moving' wars and ready to test your little gray cells once again!! I'll just take this opportunity to let all you wonderful Challenge!rs know how much I've missed you -- and I hope we won't ever be parted for so long again . . . This Challenge! will be sorta personal, if y'all don't mind too much ;-) . . . I do think, however, that it will test your collective imagination and rhyming capabilities satisfactorily . . . Here's a picture of the new homestead, perched appropriately on a high sandstone hill in the Post Oak Savannah of Texas (the East Cross Timbers, to be exact). Please note the sandstone wall on the left . . . behind that wall is a curious little patch of broken stones, buried in a sandy clay loam, quite different from the rest of the grounds (you can't 'dig' here -- there's one inch of dirt, then rock, then THICK wet (not damp) clay).  I've been digging and breaking rocks with my trusty spade and pickaxe for two weeks now, and I still haven't reached the bottom of this strange plot of earth. However, I have discovered a few interesting things buried under the first layer of dirt and rock . . . your Challenge! is to write a song about what I found buried beneath the red-tipped photinias, honeysuckle and asian jasmine . . . let your minds run wild and let your collective freak flags fly, my dear Challenge!rs and GO FOT IT!  Hugs and snogs to each and every one of you -- and two kisses on each of your cheeks (hahaha) -- �ine (songtress, chef, chief bottle washer and now Mad Gardener)


That Broken Soil by SharonA
(Tune: "San Antonio Rose")

SharonA's Comments: So the question was: What's buried beneath the red-tipped photinias, honeysuckle and asian jasmine? Why, the same thing that's tucked in beside every planted seed: a gardener's love of growing things, of course!


Deep within my yard lies a cavity
Along a wall of sand-stone
Where in jeans I sieve, sifting happily
Between the shards in the loam.

Well, a glove pair I found beside the wall so low.
To plant I came. As I drew on a glove,
A bloom-rich voice said, "Only she who'd grow
Will pierce that broken soil with love."

Soon, in fall, I bent there; sowed love in my yard.
Wall-backed, it grows, grows up that sandstone.
Slips no weed in, when there's love spread all sprawling. My heart
Seeks underground with my gloves its home.

Broken soil, empty earthen hole
Still gives to my yard all it's grown
For that bloom-rich voice by the wall so low,
And grows and grows what love has sown.

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