Returning back to these Kentucky hills
back woods still filled with a
certain holiness
even with the wildness drained away
This little parcel given no reverence
constantly drowned out
by crushing sounds of
automobiles
and motorized things
Man-made board walks
laid down
replacing
dirt worn paths
signs………………everywhere
to guide, to warn to threaten
posting caution of the bears
for the few that have
returned ….enough
To give certain wildness back
but not enough
my heart is restless, for the
wild places
Signs to keep people safe
some screaming ……go…this way or that
stay…. on the trail
but don’t they know …….the pretty
leaves are over there, down a
little ways
It's always sad to see the changes that take our joy away from the way it used to be! We all can relate...You express it so well Stan!
Excellent poem!The town I live in and love is becoming like a city,and I dread it!
It is sad... I feel the same way about my Idaho. If you've never read manny moreno here on AD, then go there to find another kindred soul yearning for wild things. --Charlie
I try to fill my gas tank with the cheapest gas I can find, so I hate to say this, Stan, but your excellent poem describes the results of many years of cheap, subsidized petroleum. The only way I see for wilderness (even modest wilderness) to return is to shift our tax burden from income to consumption. Such a policy would make everyone sensitive to ways to conserve our resources. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see where our current policies are taking us.
Best regards,
Leland
I got to wondering after reading this if the native, aborigianal, Innuit and other first nations peoples felt the same way when the pioneers first started killing the wildlife and destroying the forests.
Living in NJ all my life, I find it too quiet when I am further out west, like the plains or Rockies where the quiet is overwhelming...everywhere we go it seems, man has bulldozed his way to build a strip mall or some other ugly buildings...ed
For me it's because what once was is no longer there.. the Gulf has reclaimed so much. Perhaps it is as it should be or perhaps it is not... but for now I stay. I don't know though how long I will stay in my Louisiana as I am not sure I can stand to see more of it being washed away....
Excellent piece!
Myrna
It is so sad when beautiful country side becomes "modernized. You've captured this so well, your heart crying out in the wonderful poem. I wrote something similar to this. you just can never go home again.
Stan, many years ago, Thomas Wolfe said it for us in his great
novel: You Can't Go Home Again. I tried but sadly the small waterfront town I grew up in has been razed and replaced with
bric-a-brac. As you have done here in this excellent poem, I've
written about my brief return to my hometown, which I may get
around to posting... -gene.
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Excellent poem!The town I live in and love is becoming like a city,and I dread it!
Love,
ET
wild places
So is mine, my friend; but before long, they will only exist in our memories.
Best regards,
Leland
Fee
Home is where the heart is, so no matter where you go it will be home if your heart is settled and happy...
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Excellent piece!
Myrna
It is so sad when beautiful country side becomes "modernized. You've captured this so well, your heart crying out in the wonderful poem. I wrote something similar to this. you just can never go home again.
Mary
novel: You Can't Go Home Again. I tried but sadly the small waterfront town I grew up in has been razed and replaced with
bric-a-brac. As you have done here in this excellent poem, I've
written about my brief return to my hometown, which I may get
around to posting... -gene.
Walt
Cheers,
Dan