My daddy grew up with his hands in the soil The country-born son of sharecroppers he moved to town but he had to have his hands in the soil He just needed to be amongst up-turned earth He tilled the land for year-round gardens Planting vegetables, flowers and herbs (The loud peppermint tea was my favorite) His cabbage, squash, tomatoes and cayenne pepper bushes rivaled the roses and azaleas for color and show He tended vines along the fences and myriad of flowering greenery lined the yard and hugged the house My daddy grew up with his hands in the soil And sometimes he turned up the earth And planted nothing at all.