Oh, it's slowly happening here. Someday the only open land will be the vineyards, if they survive--and the wheat farms, the market and God willing. A four-lane hiway is being paved as we speak on the outskirts of town. This poem speaks as prophecy to a dying way of life and the infringement of civilization and a burgeoning greed that seems to know no bounds. Fine write...
Dear Dale,
How well you've written about how man has ruined the beauty of this earth with his greed for more and better. I was in the "big city" last week and at night we couldn't see the stars because of all the city lights; that made me very sad and glad I live in the country where you feel like you can reach up and touch them.
Hugs,
Marcia
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
How well you've written about how man has ruined the beauty of this earth with his greed for more and better. I was in the "big city" last week and at night we couldn't see the stars because of all the city lights; that made me very sad and glad I live in the country where you feel like you can reach up and touch them.
Hugs,
Marcia
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Superb poem, Dale!...ET