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[title] => Invisible (Nature)
[time] => 2002-09-24 11:00:00
[hometext] => From old site...
Our wild animals have found homes in the urban life. But really we invaded their home. I can only imagine the life of a skunk, or even the ground hog, how we really don’t care for them, yet we want to be rid of them for what they destroy, the fruits of our labors we plant. It's tough being one of God’s creatures, as humans we’re at the top of the food chain, compared to the rest, we have it easy! I do like to hunt, but believe in fair share and letting our wildlife grow and rebuild, so we can have a natural abundance, but unfortunately, that human touch I was saying, interferes way too much with poaching, and helping ourselves to whatever we want of wildlife. Soon, there will be little of what I wrote in this poem, for we humans, take too much of our fair share. This is just my one of many thoughts on wildlife, just one of many indeed. Amber Rose Yeager [bodytext] => I stand there, out here alone The leaves falling, a breeze is calling There above the waters, the doves have flown As I gaze up the blue, hear the red tail bawling Looking down below, the hard-shells do peek Thru the water for some air, only to disappear Below the muddies, as the day old goslings cry, looking meek Loons and wood ducks, soon to appear The muskrat family building up their home Sitting so still, as part of the wooden décor A white egret stands looking for fish that roam The blue heron is there too, competing from the shore Where I sit, the red ants do their share Seemly they sure do go everywhere! I am on an abandoned rail bridge here Overlooking the muddy Susquehanna This feeling is so serene, as I snack on a banana! Alone, I am not For all I see in God’s natural creatures In this small urban-scape, what a treasured lot Invisible, yes; for I’m a part of these features So quiet I stand, listen and watch That nature is so wondrous, up to the rainbow’s notch How I found it here, owls, raptors, foxes Fly, hunt, and prowl, I see this and more This is now, not the past, the natural beauty from unpacked boxes Of God’s ways of preserving wilds of before My soul is of nature to keep, the spirit of Gods will, I love that much Invisible, yes, if only we can keep it from the human touch Amber Rose Yeager – May 20, 2002 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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