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Crisp, clean snow lay on the ground.
The sky
a gentle pink.
Flames crackling from the once grand elm,
cut down
to give us warmth.
Cold air breathing from the skies.
Charcoal
clouds casting cover from the sun.
The aroma of a once mighty creature fills our home.
Ah,
another hearty meal.
The mountains rise majestically.
The grasses ripple on the plains.
The
thunder of machinery pushing nature back… back…
The highway in place.
Scenic vistas paint picture perfect
landscapes
To be admired from our screened in porches.
Remains of our daily life strewn across our yards
As we encroach
on the home of our neighbors.
Our neighbors who have thrived.
Roamed free.
Fed upon the land.
They know no
“eminent domain” as we take without giving.
The majesty of nature.
The wantonness of man.
Survival?
Life.
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