There will always be the idealized view of living on the land. After all, it plays a large role in the American Myth and our origins. People are always looking outside themselves for paradise. All this moving about and sucking a place dry and destroying its beauty, then leaving to find another Eden. Like locusts...Those of us whose parents and grandparents worked farms as well as those who have worked farms have absorbed their pain. No easy life. Stubborn resilience against almost mammoth odds. Much is sacrificed in the way of emotion. And pain is buried in the soil. Hard to explain to one not versed in the family dynamic and hard to let go of something that flows in the DNA. But in modern times many have had to do just that, leaving the land to be claimed by those seeking Eden, profit or both. Powerful write...
My goodness, Dale! This is wind across many of my deepest bow strings, having been brought up on the land. Yes, both bitterness and beauty sow rich seeds into the soil that, like a heart, receives only what is planted there. Most farmsteads are riddled with both down the ages and even within the closest families there are skeletons in the cupboard... Seems you have picked up on a few! :)) xx Intriguing and captivating
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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groups of people amass
mass confusion rules
a dream of origins... plus;
outside my house
in out dated memories
roots pulling at me... and
in desultory dreams
nightmarish visions
...
of the farm
of the land
taint my soul
of the crop
of the farm
away from good will
of the farm
An exquisite journey, to me, onto the farm, Dale, written with levels and stairs, as poetry is.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
EDWIN
Hugs,
Marcia
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