Pressed for Time

Finding myself uninspired by this morning’s news, I decided just to share a poem I wrote in 1973 while living off my garden alongside a pristine Ozarks stream during my “Thoreauvian” period.

I hope you’ll enjoy this little respite from my usual daily political ponderings and take advantage of it to enrich your own shores.


A
Flooded
Stream
Stretching
Seaward
And
Leaving
Its
Banks
Only seems to lose time while it
Gathers
Cargo
And
Enriches
Its
Shores.

Be the change you wish to see in the world. -- M. K. Gandhi

Individually we have little voice. Collectively we cannot be ignored. But
in silence we surrender our power. Yours in Peace -- BR