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[title] => The granite carpet.
[time] => 2005-05-12 04:52:54
[hometext] => Look outside and tell me what you see.
[bodytext] => I miss the days when I could run in the grass bare footed over the fields that extended as far as the eye could see.
Concrete replaces everything from one sea to another, and every year the ghosts of those departed come to visit the places they had once called home, long since past to become a mall or a skyscraper there is only the skeleton of granduer that these lands used to hold.
Can you here them, the fox and the crane, the pidgeon and the great segul, the egrit the roaring tiger and the buffalo their voices upon the wind, shadows of what they once had been and only seen on film and in captivity.
There are the protected lands; surrounded by barbed wire or electrified fence so that those subdued can not escape.
We are trapped by concrete buildings and the sounds of cars and busses on hardened grey streets. The sky is still blue but the ground misses it''s green.
We are trapped in the black and white of making money and working long hours, never seeing the sun rise or set except in our journies to a place with no trees and no grass and no bueaty.
The seguls don''t hunt anymore but they scavage from the waste of man. It is easier for the possum and the racoon to get food from the trash can than from the tree. These have survived because they are small enough to be tolerated by us and yet they are an annoyance: turned over trash cans are a testimony to what has been lost.
I miss the smell of the wild rose blooming in the forest and the tulip growing beside the oak tree.
I miss getting lost in the vastness of trees, to do this now I have to travel many miles from home and even then beer bottles and empty containers litter the ground so that my view is marred.
My land is covered with a granite carpet and the leaves of newspapers blow in a wind that is not the smell of grass but the smell of urine. The sea is a dark green and the river black. From a distance there is bueaty but up close garbage floats on the surface of the waves and boats disturb the tranquilty. The noise of cars and trucks trains and plains block out the sound of the sparrow all is lost except for a few places where grafitti left by loud and rowdy children reminds me that i live not in a forest of trees, but a room covered by a granite carpet.
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The granite carpet.
Contributed by
Archie
on
Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 04:52:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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I miss the days when I could run in the grass bare footed over the fields that extended as far as the eye could see.
Concrete replaces everything from one sea to another, and every year the ghosts of those departed come to visit the places they had once called home, long since past to become a mall or a skyscraper there is only the skeleton of granduer that these lands used to hold.
Can you here them, the fox and the crane, the pidgeon and the great segul, the egrit the roaring tiger and the buffalo their voices upon the wind, shadows of what they once had been and only seen on film and in captivity.
There are the protected lands; surrounded by barbed wire or electrified fence so that those subdued can not escape.
We are trapped by concrete buildings and the sounds of cars and busses on hardened grey streets. The sky is still blue but the ground misses it''s green.
We are trapped in the black and white of making money and working long hours, never seeing the sun rise or set except in our journies to a place with no trees and no grass and no bueaty.
The seguls don''t hunt anymore but they scavage from the waste of man. It is easier for the possum and the racoon to get food from the trash can than from the tree. These have survived because they are small enough to be tolerated by us and yet they are an annoyance: turned over trash cans are a testimony to what has been lost.
I miss the smell of the wild rose blooming in the forest and the tulip growing beside the oak tree.
I miss getting lost in the vastness of trees, to do this now I have to travel many miles from home and even then beer bottles and empty containers litter the ground so that my view is marred.
My land is covered with a granite carpet and the leaves of newspapers blow in a wind that is not the smell of grass but the smell of urine. The sea is a dark green and the river black. From a distance there is bueaty but up close garbage floats on the surface of the waves and boats disturb the tranquilty. The noise of cars and trucks trains and plains block out the sound of the sparrow all is lost except for a few places where grafitti left by loud and rowdy children reminds me that i live not in a forest of trees, but a room covered by a granite carpet.
Copyright ©
Archie
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Re: The granite carpet.
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by venkat on
Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 06:01:46 AM AEST
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"My land is covered with a granite carpet and the leaves of newspapers blow in a wind that is not the smell of grass but the smell of urine. The sea is a dark green and the river black. From a distance there is bueaty but up close garbage floats on the surface of the waves"..so true..a vivid picture of our cities which were termed as concrete jungles sorrounded with pollution...Great job here.
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Re: The granite carpet.
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by mina-1 on
Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 06:15:49 AM AEST
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Archie this is an outstanding write. you've captured and portrayed it so well. The verses flow well. I'm so lucky I live where rabbits, sparrows, cockatoos and all sorts of wildlife roam free.
An awesome well conveyed poem.
*hugs*
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Re: The granite carpet.
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by Jenni_K on
Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 07:38:46 AM AEST
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Wow...what an amazing write!! Quite a masterpiece here, Archie...
Come dowm to Trinidad...you wont have to walk the granite carpet...... warm sands await you.... *smile*
Jenni |
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Re: The granite carpet.
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by Rae on
Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 07:52:21 AM AEST
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| so true. beautiful write sir. :) |
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Re: The granite carpet.
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by MorningDove on
Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 11:20:00 AM AEST
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I retired and fled from the 'Granite Carpet" back to the lush fields of crops and flowers and fresh air. I awake each day to birds singing and go to sleep at night with the frogs croaking and the cricking chirping. It is heaven. The towns, sadly, are taking over the peaceful countryside. I hope I am gone before my secluded heaven is.
Peace,
Rita |
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Re: The granite carpet.
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 01:24:55 PM AEST
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I found this touching and I agree with you. I count myself fortunate in that I *can* walk to open space and sky a couple of minutes hence and see the mountains rise before my windows. However I too, notice the creep of housing up the mountainside of those seeking an ever better view. This I understand, but the size of the houses also increase and the owners insist on having the entire top of the hill, instead of having architecture that disappears into the sides of the mountains and leaving scars upon the view.
*sighs* Potent write - it got me thinking. |
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Re: The granite carpet.
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by ladyfawn on
Friday, 13th May 2005 @ 01:33:51 AM AEST
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so sad... hugs n' love, nessa
@->>->:- |
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Re: The granite carpet.
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by sweetangeluk on
Friday, 13th May 2005 @ 04:01:39 PM AEST
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The beauty of nature. You expresed this so very well Archie.
The country side is a peaceful haven to visit Pity one has to travel so far to enjoy its beauty.
Superb write
Love Angelxxxx |
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Re: The granite carpet.
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by lovingcritters on
Saturday, 21st May 2005 @ 01:40:26 AM AEST
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Archie this was so meaningful, and yet so sad. It's a bitter pill to swallow when we look around us and see all this garbage and remember when it was a beautiful hollow!
You are so wonderful with your words and they way you explain away. I love being taken where you go, Archie.....whether short or long....I always like to be along.
Thanking you for sharing that........sad song
Warm love
consue |
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