Wednesday, April 13, 2022




Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.

Mary, Mary, now organic,
What’s in your garden soil?
A humble creature, long and thin
Not asking much as it toils.

Mary, Mary, worms are essential,
Their tunnels aerate the earth.
They mix soil layers, help decompose:
They make the terra less firma.

© Mary Lee Hahn, 2022

I love earthworms. They are amazing creatures who do such essential and often overlooked work.

Yesterday was one of those after-a-day-of-rain spring mornings when the sidewalks were covered with worms. I must have tossed two dozen back into the grass during my walk. 

There's an excellent chapter on soil in ALL WE CAN SAVE: "Solutions Underfoot," by Jane Zelikova.


  1. This cracked me up; the residents of my worm bin are greatly impressed to be the topic of a poem!

  2. Wishing I could share we had worms, too, yet I know they'll show up. They are there! I shared this to you on FB, too. My class was in charge of the worm bin for our school garden, fascinating to watch them do their thing!

  3. Mary is so wise here! Updated Mary! Completely fun and wants to be painted on a worm bin. (Back when I applied for my first job, I wrote about the worm bin I'd brought in as a student teacher...) This collection is an important one.