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Planet Earth
Of all things of this world we live on. Love the
Mountains, the Seas or the Skies; all of
Nature, People, Animals, Flowers. Worried
about the degradation of the Earth, her Waters,
Air, and Soil? Share and talk of the
magnificence of our home and the live we live on ...Planet Earth.
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Beckoner of Morning
Be chanter to my heart
The beckoner of morning
A sacred dance of delicacy
In a world far from the throne.
Bind all the power in nature
To one thread of your wool sweater
And draw me through each stitch
To the shoulder of your sleeve.
The turnkey is seaweed and roses
Placed outside this treadmilled time
Of corporate interests and ruses
Of abuse, lies and fear.
You were born the same year as I
Years before I knew you
And years before the candle lost its flame.
Bind me to you in that time
With a reverie of romance
for life
for death
and rebirth.
We reach for our mother the consoling earth
And held within your eyes and loving heart
Walk happily by the sea.
Welcome Searching Soul
Welcome to the Planet Earth Group Searching Soul, lover of trees! We greet you in the spirit of namaste.
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Eating Well
Without the small farmers and their workers I would have to eat inferior supermarket food. I thank them daily!
Hurricane Gustav
I can't imagine what it must be like to experience a storm of such force! The closest I've come to it was a massive earthquake in 1959 when I was a small child. The resulting tsunami battered Hawaii and we were all ordered to evacuate to hill country.
Here's the latest on Gustav...
(see first reply for more information)
Here's the latest on Gustav...
(see first reply for more information)
Death Valley
This is a shot of the valley floor atop the East ridge. I didn't adequately compensate for the brightness of the salt (wow), and the rest of the image turned out somewhat underexposed. But I like the result.
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Welcome New Members!
Welcome new members Creative Force, Honest John and Collieflower. Please feel free to share your knowledge, images and passionate causes regarding our beautiful Planet Earth. All are welcomed here.
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p/tl Victory Garden in the Civic Center Plaza. Slow Food Nation 2008
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p/tl Victory Garden in the Civic Center Plaza. Slow Food Nation 2008
Slow Food Nation
A sustainable garden thrives in front of City Hall as part of the Slow Food Nation Exposition this weekend in San Francisco. The celebration is city wide. I attended the Farmer's market and enjoyed the garden...
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The Dangerous Ground
Suppose the ground where you live was land mined? How would you get around?
But then such dangers are real. No one escapes...
The Iranian Girl
There's a hole in the ground
A moving of earth, now made
A sad depression
Where once she played in
Puddle-rain
Splashing with the joy that comes
From child-like feet
The sound is still here
In the air, the breeze yet carrying
The secret laughter
That haunts the waking hours of those
Who've lost the way
How vain to think that
Memory can be erased
All will remember
No one escapes
I wonder if she saw it
The moment before
Her hair still flying free
The metal catching that last
Pure glint of sun
Did she hear the explosion
That made no sense
Did she feel
Her body come apart
And fall like dust, too soon
Does anyone ask
Whatever she felt, whatever she dreamed
Her dreaming time is gone
And no lofty word of God or
Glory will ever make it right
Dare to listen and you will
Hear her
Dare to open your eyes and see
The Iranian girl
No different
Like you, like me.
Laurence Overmire
(Thank you GGR4U1 for this poem.)
But then such dangers are real. No one escapes...
The Iranian Girl
There's a hole in the ground
A moving of earth, now made
A sad depression
Where once she played in
Puddle-rain
Splashing with the joy that comes
From child-like feet
The sound is still here
In the air, the breeze yet carrying
The secret laughter
That haunts the waking hours of those
Who've lost the way
How vain to think that
Memory can be erased
All will remember
No one escapes
I wonder if she saw it
The moment before
Her hair still flying free
The metal catching that last
Pure glint of sun
Did she hear the explosion
That made no sense
Did she feel
Her body come apart
And fall like dust, too soon
Does anyone ask
Whatever she felt, whatever she dreamed
Her dreaming time is gone
And no lofty word of God or
Glory will ever make it right
Dare to listen and you will
Hear her
Dare to open your eyes and see
The Iranian girl
No different
Like you, like me.
Laurence Overmire
(Thank you GGR4U1 for this poem.)
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Miracle Tree
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