The Wounded Earth

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Farming is not a wounding of the earth, unless we kill her

and ourselves, with chemicals. The great wounding

she weeps over, that breaks her into

many pieces, is the cruelty we inflict

on each other.

       

And she longs for us to be healed.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

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Remembering the Earth

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And the fields may not call to us, like they do the farmer

but there are still fragments of soil in our veins

pieces of clay in our bones, an echo

of the divine in the sky.

       

And when we taste the fresh fruit again

we remember at least a part

of our history and

how we loved

the earth.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

A Memory

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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 XXXIII – The Journey Home

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It wasn’t until they reached the interstate that the silence was broken. Cathy said, “It’s good, that you buried him Jeremiah.” “It was the right thing to do.” They shook their heads yes, but it was the change in Cathy that they were most happy about. She looked….well….she looked so free now. Jeremiah thought for a minute, as he watched Miriam driving the van, then he said, “He was someone’s son….” It was all he could think of to say. They didn’t know it at the time, but it would be the last time anyone would mention Lance. Cathy put her hand on Jeremiah’s shoulder, and said, “Thank you.”, and she meant it.

By the time they reached the West Virginia border, the mood changed even more. Jeremiah was driving, when Miriam spoke to him in perfect Amharic, “My Prince, you were wonderful today, I look forward to seeing you later…..” She gave him a little wink. He chuckled, and even though his Amharic was a little rough, he managed to say in her language, “My Queen, it was the Creator, (he had trouble with the word Creator) that did the work today.” He continued with, “You will always have my heart”.

Suddenly Jennifer took her seatbelt off, leaned forward from the seat behind them, and stuck her head between Miriam and Jeremiah, while saying, “Hey Miriam can you teach me some Amharic?!!” “That way, I’ll know some of this love language, the two of you are always talking!” Miriam and Jeremiah were both embarrassed, but it was funny, so they chuckled too, with everyone else.

Cathy added her two cents, when she said, “You do talk in “code” a lot you guys.” Miriam and Jeremiah were blushing but they did smile sheepishly, at each other. They were both thinking that they would more careful with the love talk.

It was 8 year old Cory that brought up the topic of food. “Mommy I’m hungry!” “I sure wish I had some of your fried chicken!” Jennifer followed that with a question, by asking if the chickens in the surrounding farms were safe. Up to this point Jeremiah had only been using frozen chicken when he cooked, and it was the only meat they had been using.

Miriam asked “Should we be vegetarian?” “What should the village of the new earth look like?” This sparked a long discussion as they turned onto the Pennsylvania Turnpike, and headed east. They all discussed meat, and whether or not they should eat it. Was it cruel? Miriam did point out that the Old Testament gave a lot of instructions about food. And she added, “We have run every test possible on the chickens nearby, and we can find nothing wrong with them.”

Jennifer added, “You have not tasted chicken, until you have tasted my mother’s recipe for orange chicken!” With that they all voted again, only for the second time, as a group (the first time had been about guns). If someone wanted to be vegetarian, or even vegan, that was fine, but they would raise chickens on the farm. It was unanimous.

There was only one problem, Cory said, “Mommy I’m still hungry…..and more hungry than ever!” Her mouth was watering at the thought of orange chicken. Cathy reached into the cooler they were carrying, and pulled out a tomato and lettuce sandwich, with mayonnaise. Cory took one look at it and said, “Mom!”

To be continued.

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Last People XXIX – The Bear

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Cathy’s purse, with the .357 magnum revolver, was kept in the kitchen, on top of the refrigerator. Miriam hated having it in her house, but didn’t say anything, except to Jeremiah. She knew Cathy still needed healing from her time with Lance, and she was scared he might follow them to the farm. She also knew Cathy wanted the pistol close by, just in order to feel safe.

Miriam was mainly concerned about Cory though. She was a good kid, but what if she got curious one day, and climbed up there? She shuddered at the thought.

Now that it was early fall, Jeremiah spent most of his days in the fields, getting the soil ready for next spring’s planting. He was getting used to driving the large tractors, including a John Deere 3460. He was using something called a rake, pulled behind the tractor, and he even did some plowing, in preparation for next year. It didn’t matter if the rows weren’t straight, it was all just practice.

The rest of the Pennsylvania survivors weren’t interested in using the large equipment, but they did want to start bringing in the harvest from nearby farms. They would all need food for the winter. Cathy and Cory spent two whole days harvesting green beans and brought back a pickup full, along with some late blooming watermelon. Miriam concentrated on bringing in corn and potatoes, and some of them were sweet potatoes, which she loved. She had to take it easy though, and only picked what she could.

Jennifer mostly stayed at home, but once in a while she was able to pick some tomatoes, and peas. She discovered a patch of blackberries once, and ate herself sick, along with putting some in the buckets. Jacob did very well, strapped onto her back.

One morning Cathy, Cory, and Miriam were in a potato field at a nearby farm, when they heard a rustling sound in the woods close by. They stopped picking, straightened their backs, and listened. They became perfectly still, when they saw something large, and black, break through the brush. Two eyes peered at them. They were so terrified they could not breathe. Remaining perfectly still (even Cory) they realized there was no place to run. It was a bear, and they had no way to protect themselves.

The bear sniffed the air, looked away from them, and began walking along the edge line of the woods. Cathy was trembling, but fortunately the bear kept walking until it was gone. Once it was out of site, they all ran for the blue Mazda SUV, and drove back to the farm as fast as they could.

So the question around the dinner table that night, was what do they do about guns? Didn’t they need to protect themselves? Even Miriam was beginning to think so. They needed to bring in the harvest for at least another 3 weeks, and nobody wanted to be in the presence of a bear without one.

To be continued.

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Sunflower Farm

Sunflowers

They tied up the farmer, and pushed him aside,

using regulations for rope, and papers.

I thought I might find him,

in the Smithsonian,

where things used to be.

The conglomeration was waiting to eat up his land,

robots and injections to produce fake food.

But he was a fighter, never giving up,

hero with a tractor, and hard work,

he shut down his beef operation,

and came back to life, a resurrection,

and raised –

sunflowers!

seeds for food, and liquid gold,

for cooking,

brilliant!

and the conglomeration went away, hungry.

 Sunflower Farm

 

Note: This poem is fictitious but I believe it is not far from the truth.

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

Corn

Corn

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.

Somehow,

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

and sing.

 

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree