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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
When hours were days, and days were weeks, and wheat swayed shoulder-high: Mighty engines of coal and fire, steamed, and whistled by. Magicians all, we danced aloft amid the swirling steam. To reappear when distant puffs had carried off our dream We lived each day on imagination, no petty, jealous greed. Our hands a gun, our pockets a sheath, fallen tree, a trusty steed. The left hand held a mighty bow, the right an arrow drew. Nowt but air for older folk, but swift and straight it flew. Another time, in another place, and children no longer relate. For that cherished, green and wonderful place is now a housing estate. long-trodden land, forever gone, from Hagbourne to Appleford Bridge. All sadness now, as asphalt swathes through Berkshire's ancient ridge Vast beauty in a generation lost, though endless time for us. What horror looms in silent dawn without the shrill, dawn chorus? [This message has been edited by Redstart (07-18-2016 08:01 PM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Everything has been swallowed up by the machinery of greed. I finally understand the harm which has been done with our so-called modern advancement. Soon, there won't be anywhere you can find a swath of grass or a beautiful dandelion . . . ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
We've spoiled it all, Jerry. Not all; we can't do that. We are far too small. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Let us hope that's the case, that we are too small, Redstart. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Thank you for taking me back to those tender years of my imagination. Sweet! ~L |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
A commentary everyone seems to be aware of but the same are helpless to 'fix' anything. Is it always someone else that messes things up? As a younger lad, I used to pull the drain plug from my car's oil pan and let it pour into the dirt and grass in the yard's drive off the alley. I stopped doing that, but it was too late. Countless forms of crimes against Nature and I intended every one of them. I don't do them anymore either, but it's too late. Loving Linny Jean is poetry. |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
WE are, Jerry, trust me. Those were the best, lori. Ari, I once killed a blue tit, when I was a boy, with my air rifle. The great hunter from the movies. I still put up nest boxes for them, but they prefer to nest in the top of my washing-line pole. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I received a BB Gun for Christmas when I was a small boy. Christmas Day I was out in the yard with it. I saw a beautiful redbird that showed up strikingly against the snow. I raised my BB Gun and pulled the trigger. The Redbird fell over dead. I went to it, stared down at it, blood seeping from its head. It wasn't beautiful anymore. I believe that dead redbird I killed was what stopped me from hunting as I grew older. All my friends hunted, but I refused. Lesson learned. I was so sorry I killed that bird. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
we learn young, Jerry, r we don't learn at all. Love your telling. |
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