Monday, March 19, 2012


Framed in a window   
is the picture of progress.   
Cars planted where   
wild grasses once grew.   
Telephone poles marching   
where oak trees towered.   
And we claim to be   
a modern civilization.   

It’s so brutal, our progress.   

Copyright 1975 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Sometimes, when I go through my old journals, I'm struck by how much things haven't changed! Maybe because we've become so accustomed to our parking lots and telephone poles? Do we convince ourselves that they have their own beauty?

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