A Memory


In the land of the forgotten there remains a memory

high in the mountains, the sky speaks

of when the earth embraced us

and we responded in kind,

of when we loved

being here.

Raising food, and seeds

loving each other,

a brother/sisterhood.

May we remember

the far past

and live

in the earth

as one.

A memory.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Last People on Earth – Harvest

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It was harvest time. Not only did Anhah improve, after taking the medicine she needed, but in only a few days, she was up and moving around again. Jeremiah kept a close eye on her, taking an EKG every day, and taking her blood pressure on a regular basis. There was still a wonderful sparkle in the old woman’s eyes.

A week after their arrival, Anhah, and Anuniaq moved into the farm next door. It had been too crowded in the house, and even though no one said anything, they were all relieved. Yet the Inuit established a tradition very quickly, of coming to breakfast every morning. In the evening they came for dinner, and there was a wonderful sense of community that was building. Jeremiah loved cooking for everyone. And Jennifer began cooking as well. One night she blessed everyone by cooking her mother’s recipe of orange chicken. They couldn’t believe how wonderful it was.

The new village was busy after Anhah’s recovery. This would be the only year they would be able to collect the harvest from other people’s farms. They collected all of the fruits and vegetables they could get their hands on, from the surrounding area. Most of it was packaged and frozen, but some of it had to be processed, cooked and sealed in glass jars. The process was called, “canning”.

The lab building was converted into the village processing plant. One day when everyone, even Anhah was busy working with sterilizing jars, or filling them with apples and pears, Jennifer asked Jeremiah and Miriam, “I’ve been thinking….would you mind, if the baby and I moved into the room upstairs?” She began to giggle, realizing it was where the two of them went to hide…..when they……well when they wanted to be alone. Jeremiah and Miriam just looked at each other.  “We’ll let you know Jennifer….” Privately they loved their little hideaway.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”


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There was always corn,

He created it,

coming up, out of the ground,


like the first people,


Kernels tucked in green,


for us and the animals,

but now,

after spraying, modifying,

and engineering,

is it still food?

What have we done?

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”


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No one is going to take this land,

from me,

etched in my heart,

with the sweat of blood,

hands bleeding, callous,

living in the weather,

every day and night,

cold and heat.

If I have to work more,

than 17 hours each day,

warfare with the plow,

I will.

Breathing for generations,

mud and alfalfa,

the oneness of the earth,

I will live and die here,

no one will take it.

And the government?

If they try one more time,

to put me out of business,

I will raise flowers instead,

no food, and you can bury me,

in the tulips.

This is my land.

This is told in the first person, but I am not a farmer.

Peace and blessings to everyone.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

“If you love nature, you will love people.”


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When the earth was new,

there was plenty of food to eat,

clean food,

no money involved,

and there was no fighting,

no war,

no hate.

Now we have millions,citystreet

and billions to feed,

ideas leading hate,

to kill us.

We cannot always live,


but I look forward,

I long for,

the day,

when it is all put right,

where there is clean food,

for everyone,

where love and peace,

rule on the earth.

Heal us God,

and restore us,

so we can live,


once again.

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 Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google



Buffalo Bird Woman used to sing to the corn,

to help it to grow, she was from the Hidatsa people.

Now we dump tons of chemicals on our corn-

call it food, and think we are doing a good thing,

land depleted, strange diseases.


I think the first way is better. Love the land,

and sing.


Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree