Hardened by the seasons
Moss covered hands
Plough the land
With familiar feeling
Each stone has a name
And Mother nature gives birth
As earthquake contractions
Thunder life giving pain
Those still connected
To nerve ending roots
Feel symbiosis of familial ties
That ancient pact never broken
But to the estranged
Long ago nurturers
No sense of kinship shall they know
Their form of nature is something less grand
But the offer of clan is always given
If they could only see there is only one land
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Saxon Crow (
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this is an exceptional piece, saxon.
absolutely stunning!
You're too kind but thank you
On ciompleting reading your post I was left reflecting upon human nature and how it has become our nature to take for granted mother earth amongst the vast majority of folk as we grow from tender shoots in short pants through adolescence. Perhaps as young adults we begin to realise the importance of the nature of our living planet.
So much to be said for human intelligence when we care so little.
For me, yours is are very thought provoking words.
And you've seen the point of my poem. Thanks Dusk
Wow. Superb.
Thanks Roz
Good write SC.
You know Mrs or Ms Nature? Now I'm being anthropom-wotsit. Word is so long I forgot the end of it. lol.
Well not personally. I hear she is rather busy a lot of the time.
Your poetry goes from strength to strength - some read this.
I got lucky this time
Living with nature is vital as this food-for-thought poem describes Sax - we all need to look deeper to see where this planet is going by selfish behaviour - this gem goes into my list of faves dear friend.
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