written 1974. one of several written in the same vein
God-forsaken cedar waste beyond our bounds,
Hemming us in; defining us; defying us.
Forbidding land on the world's edge,
Land of the feral dog and the wolf and the feral man:
Little grows there; less grows here that is good.
We, the town, are forced upon ourselves:
Hating the land; hating ourselves.
Caught by the heart we gnaw the trapped part
To be free: Free, but crippled;
Crippled but free of the Trap!
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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why does this make me wanna howl???
Anita
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good good writing!
You have been writing a long time, good imagery, and excellent analogy.---Morchuis
Nancy