Bonds
When I was a child,
I loved my Family
with ignorance.
When I was a youth,
I feared my Family
with lies.
When I was a punk,
I hated my Family
with knowledge.
When I was and adult,
I loved my Family
with wisdom.
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Bonds
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Saturday, September 24th, 2011
Mount Audubon: Indian Peaks Wilderness
Shall Old Growth disappear?
Shall the honeybee disappear?
Where shall we be?
Will we keep the Old Growth.
Will we keep the Colony.
Old Growth is key,
If we cut
a swath, then
replace
with new space.
Only to cut
new growth
every decade.
The equation,
doesn’t function.
If the bees,
vanish.
Shall our lives
be vanquished?
A migratory bee keeper
might be a downfall.
When a scientific intrusion
of reproduction utilized
or
monoculture farming continues
with deathly results.
We need our local
Old growth.
We need our local
Honeybee.
We might keep
our local diverse farms.
We might decrease
our water vapor.
– Joe Poulton 2011