Inspired by life, people, and spirit, I write. Sometimes from pain, sometimes from amusement. It doesn't matter. It's the picture it paints. Enjoy and comment. I love to hear what individual poems do for others. Please note: all material is copyright protected. Let me know if you want one to use elsewhere.
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The massive peaks
Stared down at me
Accusingly
A man of destruction
Builder of cities
Noise and pollution
A sense of guilt
Washes over me
As I see the rubble
Ancestors laid to waste
Desacration
Annihalation
Of our mother’s purity
Now stripped bare
Scarred remains
Littering the landscape
Everchanging
As woven tentacles
Which cling to earth
Having ripped away
Her mighty strength
© Lee Down 2005
Written in my journal July 26, 1997
Glad you could stop by for a visit. Take a skim across this pond of words for something that connects. Maybe you'll laugh, feel a heart-tug, hopefully you won't cry, and in the end you'll know you're not alone. Peace.
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woo hoo... another vancouverite.
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