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The Frog and the Granite Shore, Part V

Walked I now upon concrete path in town,
Crisscrossed here and there with poles of brown,
Wires black, and stacks that belched like clowns;
Buildings dark and squat gave good Earth an ugly frown;
People passed, eyes avert, unsmiling, looking down;
I felt no joy on the concrete path in town.

Upon hard bench I sat, no music thrilled the air,
No childā€™s laugh or loversā€™ sigh, no, nothing, nothing fair,
No flowers bright or sparrowā€™s song, all had flown from there;
I pondered as I sat, sorrowed by manā€™s life, threadbare
Of Godā€™s delights and starry nights, excitement, wonder, dare;
Oh, how I longed for frog and granite shore, and music to thrill the air.

8 thoughts on “The Frog and the Granite Shore, Part V”

  2. I really like what you did with the photos and text. Very effective for contrasting the two worlds your words described. Iā€™m asking myself, ā€œWhat was the environmental cost of the things in my shopping cart? Is it really worth it?ā€

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    1. Thank you, John. I’m not a tree-hugger in any sense, but I’m very aware of the damage we’ve done to our environment and the impact it has on our quality of life. I see litter even on the tops of mountains I climb and the remote lakes I visit in Maine. It’s sad. I don’t dwell on it, but I always take a bag with me to collect the garbage I find along hiking trails.

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