an ode to dirt

What can separate two lads from their love of dirt?

Neither heat nor chill,
snow nor rain,
food nor drink,
sniffles nor splinters,
twilight nor darkness.

No.

For what are such concerns
when there are roads to grade,
worms to examine,
and wheelbarrows to fill?

Though they be bundled from head to toe,
and the knees of their pants split open,
their love of dirt will prevail.

It shall not pass away.