tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post8945676902897274995..comments2023-08-29T06:28:14.152-05:00Comments on Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity: Wilderness By Carl Sandburg - And I Am Mourning My Own Wild(er)nessMarionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-25708827842843867242016-07-15T14:02:39.582-05:002016-07-15T14:02:39.582-05:00I know, Erin. I've tried to see anything posi...I know, Erin. I've tried to see anything positive...more sky shows through...the moon will be visible longer...BUT I'm still in shock over the "scorched earth" destruction the greedy bastard who bought the land has...he did not have to destroy everything...it's like Mars over there...we walked over last night to see, sadly. For now, I can only weep...the stench of dead wildlife literally hangs in the air I breathe...<br /><br />Thanks for stopping by and commenting...I read your every post, my friend...Sending you love & hugs... xoMarionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-45450484141051911492016-07-14T19:31:37.804-05:002016-07-14T19:31:37.804-05:00it's a deep wound of sorrow. i understand. wha...it's a deep wound of sorrow. i understand. what is there to say? (it's difficult to not be angry. but even anger changes nothing. what might bring change? i can't imagine a solution these days.)<br /><br />i'm sorry, marion...erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.com