Putting my life together is a constant struggle People are pieces that don’t fit in my puzzle Lovers of free will are strangers in my world What strange odyssey I travel forward knowing An artificial world tearing away at nature’s spirit I am so losing my connection to an ancient lifestyle That strong connection to the land for sustenance A quest to live in harmony with plants and animals Searching for believer soul mates in the circle of fire Each day I give more and more of my energy away And take less care of the earth for my own happiness Or just trade my purpose and soul for my happiness? Let me grow my crops! Raise my own food! Wool to make blankets! Grapes to make wine! Grow my own wheat! Make my own bread! Milk my own cows! Make my own butter! Snap my own beans! Share my life with one partner Live on my little hippy farm I was raised to be a flower child Letting sparks fly around camp fires And preserving what is truly sacred Loving our mother earth!
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
Life was so much better as a child growing up in the 1960's than it is today.
Debwash and Jazzy, Something called a "concrete" or "shape" poem is one that takes the shape of the object it describes. I never knew that, learned something new today thanks to your comments.
peaceful1missoula, Montana USADec 17, 2011
Nice write, I didn't even notice the lamp when reading, not till I read the comments then looked back...cool. There are a lot of different writing styles here on CS that are new to me...Thanks for sharing. It is a shame how we get caught up in the hum drum society and forget just basic pleasures. Nature has more to offer then any money could buy, ever beautiful and ever changing. Its a tough life but much more satisfying...I would love to be off the grid and living off the land tending the earth and reaping what sprouts forth...Ahhh but a dream
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