Times Of Clear Flowing Streams (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 4, 2008

You write of a time when the sky was blue - not smog laden. Progress ... a word that somehow we have managed to corrupt and think of only in $$$$. Maybe, just maybe ... the streams will again flow with water that does't need to be distilled.

God bless you. Kathy

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

An image of the time we all would've liked to have experienced. Seeing Dances with Wolves gave me an idea of what it was like.

Ron

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on March 1, 2008

This is a powerful write. Progress comes with good and bad aspects. What was lost cannot be retrieved, only remembered. Sad and realistic. I enjoyed this piece~
Sheila

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 29, 2008

Great offering....thanks for sharing.....I learn so much more about the people living on the otherside of the globe!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

Wow! Well said and so true!
Love,
Becca~

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

Most definitely, the American Indian's were much more evolved than humans on other continents. Unfortunately, the rest of us spread like virus'. I blame the Catholic Church. ~ Sara

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

It's not a good trade-off, but fortunately we have man's artistry on canvases and words of poetry such as yours, Eileen, to remind us there once was purity in the land.

Micke

Reviewed by Roger Ochs

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

I am reminded of Johnny Cash's album "Bitter Tears". To make me think like that is high praise for you and this work.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

Progress is such a funny term, as it is not necessarily for better, only reflects change. Not to glorify, but I do believe life as a whole was much better when all was simpler.....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

White man came to the new world and found it pristine.
When the national garbage can is full...will they leave?
Are there another pristine new world that we can spoil?
The Sioux didn't know about no frontier between USA and Canada, yet Canada remains pristine.

Georg

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

Eileen everything flows together beautifully, thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

At least we have you sweet Lady..
SMooooooooooooooooo00000000000CH!
Ron

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

Times when clear flowing streams
were more than just dreams, and
beasts and humans respected each
others domain...

I believe those times are very sadly, long gone. Today mankind seems hellbent on destroying everything in his path, and God help us all.

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

The music, the photo, your words...just wonderful. And the title sums it all up perfectly. Beautiful writing, Eileen.

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Good question! Enjoyed this evocative write of historical atmosphere.

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

When we live at peace and as one with out environment we gain the earth's respect,. If there was a rule that whatever man took they HAD to give back then our earth would not be in the shape it's in. Thank you for your wisdom dear Sis!
Love,
Susan

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Love the title, music and poem
this is so true.........the trade off is technology and progress, but we have paid a heavy price....
this is a keeper et
pax A

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

ET did you paint this picture? It's great! Just like your poem, full of heart and compassion for the simple life. Man in harmony with nature and creation. Jon Michael WILLEY

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

This splendid piece is filled the simplicity of a time when this country did truly march to a slower beat of the drum...

Carole~

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

You know your title says it all,, very moving indeed!
:)Christine

Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

enough to fill the peoples needs...today we've become a culture with insatiable needs, and I agree it will probably not better our fare Great insight...Gerard

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

their wise and wonderous knowledge remains within our cellular memories, perhaps you once lived within those tribes yourself....i enjoyed this piece

Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Rough times when people were so busy surviving they did not have time to be neurotic. When depending on each other was everything and everyone had a role in life. Todays laws bind us to our modern conveniences, in this country at least, and keep us dependent by labling more basic living as neglect, sub standard, wrong. We are more comfortable, but I believe you have something there...they did have clear flowing streams, and for us they are just dreams.

be well and happy,
Kathy

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

I love the message of this poem. I had quite a wake up call when I went to Haiti and spent two weeks sweating in the humidity and wishing for my best friends (air conditioning & clean water). As I looked around at the degradation of poverty around me I realized that in reality, the Haitian people were better off than I was. They live life to the fullest... they appreciate humor and they take time... time to love, to laugh, to live... I came home feeling as though I was missing something that they have that we in our "more civilized" world will never be able to acquire.

Cryssa

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

You speak such truth here, Eileen... I think we, with all our "sophistication", are going full circle and realising that the more we de-humanise and technologicalise, the more we can't alter the fact that we are intrinsically bound in with and bound up with the all the natural forces around us. THANK GOD! Perhaps, once we get clued up to our holism, we might have a care to preserve the world that cares for and preserves US! There is absolutely no disputing that The Force is out there... Neat write, TY K xx

Reviewed by David Thompson

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Love the music...and the picture...and the words. It all melds into haunting thoughts of man and his relationship with nature. Puts me in a mood to want to be there. Great write.

David

Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Life was so much easier in those days, Eileen, and it is sad that man came into this country --- a country that the Indians called home --- and essentially, ran them to the reservations and nowhere else.

This really makes one think. Wonderful writing, as always.

Jill

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

I hearken back to those days at times also, but I pinch myself so that I will come out of my delusional coma, because my life span was probably to the ripe old age of twenty-with, or maybe thirty . . . I cringe when I think of having to go to the bathroom and use whatever was handy to wipe myself, also the idea that if I took a walk to observe nature as it were I stand a good chance of getting my throat ripped out by a puma . . . come to think of it, that last example isn't all that good, I have to confess, because when I stroll around my neighborhood, or make a mad dash to the 7-11 I still stand a good chance of getting my throat ripped out by a punk . . .

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Wow, what a marvelous piece you've penned, Eileen, and the music is terrific! BRAVA, Eileen! Extremely well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Beautifully imaged and penned - thought provoking excellence. LOVE the music - I second Ed's "want that recording" - who did it?

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Makes one think, this one...neat theme with pic and music...want that recording...ed & Rufuz