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BuiltWithNOF
Poems

PARADISE LOST?  by Ken Heitz

It is down in man's history
        that we're of the air,
        the land,
        the sea,
        and the tree.
Of all these things
        man can continue
        to be free.
Man's not of the concrete,
        the steel,
        the asphalt,
        the iron.
It's living with these
        the reason we're dying.
For eternity too long
        too many bird songs
        are gone.
Can life any sadder be
        for a boy never to climb a tree,
        smell the salt of the sea?
A paradise lost-
        many cannot remember
        the peace in the valley
        in early September.
Man's thought only of pleasures
        of what he can do,
        not sharing with others
        not even a few.
It's of the air,
        the land,
        the sea,
        and the tree
        that man shall be.
Earth's realness and beauty
        have patiently waited
        yet seem ill fated.
The hope of our world
        lies only in our hands,
        from where do we go
        to find new lands?
Perhaps when man sees
        what really is free,
        he'll let life restore
        what once was before.

ParadiseLost

PURPOSE      by Ken Heitz

We all have a job to do . . .
        it's in “payment,” if you will,
        for our entire being.
Such a challenge -
        never ending.
Sometimes distressing,
        but the rewards -
        HUMANITY itself.
You can never be nowhere again.
It's you . . .
        Me . . .
        love.
ALL TOTAL,
        consuming in infinite purity
        and understanding.
You know what must be . . .
        Total and absolute justification
        for all existence.

Purpose

My Lawn

As I walked across the grass,
I noticed clover, dandelion, plus
a few plaintains.
The thought came to me that
 I should graze on all four.
All other modes of feeding
now seem so inefficient,
even wasteful.
When I go out to graze,
I’ll carry a bottle of salad dressing
and sprinkle liberally in front of me,
as I munch my way across the lawn.

By Joe Gang, Environmentalist, master of economics and finances, chemist, small business consultant, Indian Lake, NY.

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