Happy 34th, 2 Poems 24022-T I go back to where I’m from sometimes Where the corn grows knee high by the Fourth of July Two lane roads, narrow and neglected I know them like the back of my hand I return to the land of silos and sky Smoldering smokestacks and wind turbines Factory farming and pesticide sprays February landscapes’ frigid gray Grid roads unroll single stop light towns Human inhabitants outnumbered by cows The winter sun, as cold as the moon I rest like the trees, waiting to bloom The little girl I left behind She doesn’t know it, but she’ll be fine She looks for signs to find herself The lake and woods, faded roads going south I learn to abide in the interim of life Content residing in darkness and light Stable in the world’s changing identity Peaceful with the places that held me Permaculture Humans We live our lives as tales that are told Spreading our memories around like compost Cultivating ...
True words aren't eloquent; eloquent words aren't true. Wise men don't need to prove their point; men who need to prove their point aren't wise. - The Tao Te Ching