Earth

Earth,
Our planet home,
Best visible from afar,
in fact the space travelers photos giving us the whole picture
in one gulp.

Earth,
some say needs help in maintaining it's wholeness,
I agree to an extent.
Still my personal me planet needs help at times too,
and when we animals called humans
on the ground, looking like tiny ants,
need compassion from the eco adorists,
like they care about newts and bats,
then I start to wonder
why the Earth needs humans at all.

How might the Earth feel?
If the Earth felt threatened, would it fight back?
This human has failed to fight for her rights due to lack of resources and compassion from other beings in town and state,
while they pour money on the newts and bats.

Can I be an expert like the ones who flood us with eco rhetoric?
Can I show you another side of people who wanted my property and cared not about the
last 2 humans living here from a long line of ancestors?

No, no one heard me,
Wait,
no,
no one heard.

Change in the Weather

I have not said much about the dreaded global weather debate.
It is an argument which is as futile and silly as arguing with my cat Tommy.
Oh we have had a change in the weather, in fact as they say wait a day the weather will change.

No this wind, this wind is blowing from other directions.

When I found out my property was on a priority list for eco warriors,
it was too late to really address.
By then, the plan to take my property at a tax sale fell through.
I felt like Mr. Magoo, oblivious to who might have been sitting there,
pen in hand, ready to take something I have worked towards my whole life.
My life blood really.

So when I hear the allegations of warmer climates to come, and how the bats will die
if someone does not take your property, money or lifeblood,
I only can say it is a lie.

The crows are not people haters and loners. We talk to Pa Crow and his family everyday, we throw out bits of bread and stale crackers for them and we look at them, and they look at us.
Caw, Caw, Caw.

I love this land more than just about anything in the world. What it means to me,
They really never cared.
Sometimes I sit and wonder who was sitting there, checkbook in hand, at the tax sale of my property that never came to fruit.
I think they were probably furious their plan failed,
Curse, foiled again.

I tried to get someone to care about what happened to us.
My blog Galaxy people got it, and a few others.

So when I am sore from shoveling and more snow on the way,
I have no doubt there is a change in the air,
a Change in the weather.

Time  for spring, already.

Cross Hairs

Cross Hairs

2010 by Mary E. Gerdt


Some saw us or what we have




as a target



And we got



Caught in the crosshairs



Of their eco-war.







How they care about the



Alleged habitat



Of the little bat


And not us.







And when I try to understand



How hard it is to know



Those around us can hate us so.







My Great Great Grandfather died on Shiloh’s soils

To free the slaves and do the right thing.

Speaking broken english, suffering death,

Was he caught in a battle of someone’s else’s thoughts?







When I caught MS I never thought



Anything could hurt like



When they caught us in the



Cross hairs of their

Eco-ewar

Until they did, again.