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Originally Posted by Herk
Haha, good stuff. I like it.
I say the village. I could grow my own garden, complete with my own herbs  . I could play guitar and die early. I think as long as I had loved ones there, I'd love it. I'd say though, that it makes it even better that the city is right next door. I like to jump into the city, but I prefer to commonly leave it. |
I've been watching this thread and hoping to see a post like this one appear.
I was really inspired by will ravel's original threadstarter and the brilliant painting he led us to.
Now I have the courage to post the finished version of the poem that I started and posted way up earlier in this thread;
This city is too sterile for me
I won't live with my head in a cloud
I gladly give up creature comforts
to walk in the dirt barefoot and proud
Now happy in my new life
While the effluent of your burn out life drops
into our river I see how thoroughly cleansed to nourish our bountiful crops
Although our vibrant life lies easily in your view
Your sight is too myopic to have any kind of clue
We once worshipped cave shamen's totemic figures fired in clay
Now our women gathering the herbs create the natural way
Surrounded by our loved ones and babes in tow
How we glory in that bonfire's soothing warm glow
Agrarian state of the art
Every person doing their part