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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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Juliet Waldron's brilliant 'The Last Field' inspired these lines: thank you.

What kind of legacy are we leaving behind?

Image (c) 2007, Karla Dorman

... pressed under the weight
of sky as it shatters on the
pavement of another parking
lot.  trees used to stall its
forward progress, but gravity
accelerates it all the way to
ground:  i am crushed when a
little one asks, "what are trees?"

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (12/10)


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Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen 12/18/2008
Karla another amazing write from your talented pen, I enjoyed reading this a great deal
In Christs Love
Reviewed by Sheila Roy 12/16/2008
Yes, this one is cause for reflection. A serious problem, ever growing. Nicely penned, Karla.
Reviewed by Jon Willey 12/11/2008
two of the most destructive forces on the environment of our great land in my humble opinion have been the Army Corps of Engineers and developers -- you raise awareness for a most important cause -- our environment - it is unfortunate that most of the current crop of those politicos espousing a desire to save our environment are simply after the financial gains they envision - not the salvation of our beautiful land -- peace and love to you my friend -- JMW
Reviewed by Cynthia Buhain-Baello 12/11/2008
Hello Karla,

"I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree." But sadly today: I think that I shall never see ...a tree....just a poem about it. Excellent.

Reviewed by jude forese 12/10/2008
effective poetic commentary ...
Reviewed by Felix Perry 12/10/2008
sad but sure seems to be getting to that point when you see lve trees growing inside monster shopping malls but none in your neighbourhood any more.

Reviewed by Sara Coslett 12/10/2008
Fantastic poem, Karla. Let's hope it never really gets to that point. ~ Sara
Reviewed by Carole Mathys 12/10/2008
Living in a small town, trees are thankfully everywhere, very few parking lots...good write Karla
peace and love, Carole~
Reviewed by Gene Williamson 12/10/2008
Excellent, Karla. I think that I shall never see... -gene.
Reviewed by E T Waldron 12/10/2008
A beauty in short verse with a knock-out pic,
a fantastic combo Karla!

Reviewed by Juliet Waldron 12/10/2008
Thank-you, Karla--another rare beauty--and your pictures are just incredible knockouts, too! Yes, the sky pressing down, like stones piled onto your chest. Changes since I've been a kid are saddening. The places in CT where I wrote all my cornfield poems are now interred beneath houses. What the heck are we thinking, here? Where's the food for the next seven generations going to grow?
Reviewed by Barbara Terry 12/10/2008
Not only are you phenominal to write such heartfelt words as these, but you are definitely one of the others. Your writings encourage those of us who still in live in the shadows of our existence. What are trees indeed. Well if a tree can grow in Brooklyn, then a tree can grow anywhere, and with mighty strength have the courage to face life no matter how difficult it can get. And with its blossoms in the spring, bring it to life. The ending of this poem is a sad one, because children should know about this great earth that we live on. And they should know that a girl is like a blossoming tree. Thank yo for sharing.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 12/10/2008
Dear Karla,

And what an inspiration - you are a phenom!!

Hugs and blessings,

Reviewed by Paul Berube 12/10/2008

Yes, quite a far cry from the many tree house I built as a child. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Reviewed by John Leko 12/10/2008
...wonderful and honest poetry you have written here Karla...your truthful expression remember what might in time no longer be.
excellent thoughts Karla...
Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope) 12/10/2008
beautifully written poem. A touch of reality is seen here
Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson 12/10/2008
I agree with Georg! Well expressed, Karla!
Reviewed by Cryssa C 12/10/2008
Your photos and poems will be your beautiful legacy...
Reviewed by Linda Law 12/10/2008
brilliant. lindalaw
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 12/10/2008
Probably our legacy will be an enormous desert and a pile of pictures about what was all about and that is no more!


Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU 12/10/2008

Outstanding imagery... "Legacy?" glows.

In admiration,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Bernice Lakota 12/10/2008
Spotless! Your photographs as I've said before are amazing
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 12/10/2008
Sigh . . . Trees will be here forever, or at least until we discover how to breathe without them . . . Trees clean the air we breathe by taking in carbon dioxide through the leaves and then giving off oxygen we need to breathe. If trees didn't breathe, neither could we . . . That, in itself will guarantee that we will have trees forever . .
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 12/10/2008
"...I am crushed when a
little one asks: 'What are trees?'"

Bam!! Right between the eyes! Powerful write; brava, Karla!

The illustration is perfect for this poem!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
Reviewed by Bonnie May 12/10/2008
I agree Karla, very powerful indeed. You certainly will leave a very valuable legacy for all to grow and learn from. Love and hugs, Bonnie
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 12/10/2008
Quite powerful, Karla, and I fear the legacy many of us will be leaving them is not a good one.

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