A rambling train of thoughts about the universe and our micro solar system consisting of our dear Sun and other planets in a magnetic dance while we hurtle through space on the face of a rock and stare at flat screens where we attempt to connect while we detach.
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Peppers, Tomatoes, Onions, carrots, beans, flowers.
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Rerun Hard to believe it’s been 15 years. Seems like Yesterday. Isn’t it?
Ignorance or Arrogance?
Ignorance or Arrogance?
What was the root of their motivations?
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We may forgive the ignorant soul,
Unknowing, uneducated, innocent one.
But the Arrogant one,
Who breaks all the rules,
Dares you to challenge them
Ignores you when you do or
Argues you are the devil, or evil or dumb.
Playground tactics every one.
I grew up on the asphalt turf
Running on sidewalks
Skinning elbows and knees.
I have been called every name the neighborhood could dish out
to make my face red.
I came out here to the country airs,
Life without cares,
Soft green grass, cool sunshine, mountain breeze.
And there are those kids on the playground again.
No matter what I gave or
Stayed out of the way,
The kids will soon find me
and try to take myself away.
Here in the natural beautiful hills,
We fight the elements,
We fight our ills,
We fight the creeps who want our till.
The ashphalt playground memories
Once so sad,
After the country jungle,
They don't seem so bad.
Monkton Vermont 5/9/2010
What was the root of their motivations?
__________________________________________________________
We may forgive the ignorant soul,
Unknowing, uneducated, innocent one.
But the Arrogant one,
Who breaks all the rules,
Dares you to challenge them
Ignores you when you do or
Argues you are the devil, or evil or dumb.
Playground tactics every one.
I grew up on the asphalt turf
Running on sidewalks
Skinning elbows and knees.
I have been called every name the neighborhood could dish out
to make my face red.
I came out here to the country airs,
Life without cares,
Soft green grass, cool sunshine, mountain breeze.
And there are those kids on the playground again.
No matter what I gave or
Stayed out of the way,
The kids will soon find me
and try to take myself away.
Here in the natural beautiful hills,
We fight the elements,
We fight our ills,
We fight the creeps who want our till.
The ashphalt playground memories
Once so sad,
After the country jungle,
They don't seem so bad.
Monkton Vermont 5/9/2010
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