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Standing upon the mountain top
the world at my feet
watching the eagles soar above
while the wind plays catch with me.
I see the past
when times were easier?
No not easier
all times are hard
but simpler.
We did not worry about ice caps melting
deforestation
legalization of hunting endangered animals
our worries were small compared to today.
It vexes me
it should vex you too
that we are killing our planet
our very lives
with poor choices
and the wants of a few
superceding those many
who make smart choices
for the care of our world.

Mother’s Rage

Silver stream protector of the land

winding and bowing around rock and sand

high above the rotting cliff

lays the crumbled castle

where the Midnight club met.

They came but once a year

to renew their bonds with the land

with the energy around them

with Mother Earth.

As the time drew near

a development began to take place

a defacement of the sacred ground.

The Midnight club met and stared in horror

at the broken terrain

the fallen castle

at the machinery  whose claws

dug deep in moist soul

murder of crows above.

They muttered and murmered

they called upon the Mother

to wreck havoc on the men so crass

as to pervert her domain.

Come morning as the sun rose

brilliant scarlets and violet pinks

men stood at the edge of the land

across the crevice lay nothing

no machines

no castle

no trace that there had every been.