I chanced a visit today
To the neighborhood where I grew up
To the places we used to go
To learn
To explore
To just be
There were gates in front of the forest
And the trees were alone
They had been forgotten
In name
In touch
In spirit
Now I wonder
Where will we go
When the last of our vestiges
Have been claimed
By the onward march
Of progress?
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
sacrifice in the name of progress, just a ruse to justify evil deeds – very good poetry!
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So very true. So much of what we have now is lost in the constant pursuit of what comes next…
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to be just
and in touch
best learn
and explore
the wonder
within the Spirit
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To just be
To touch
And learn
From the experience
To wonder:
Wherein lies the spirit?
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good writing, very nice, xo
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Thank you! 🙂
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Lovely poem my friend, yes were will we go when those magical child hood places are all gone.
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BY FOR NOW
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Thank you, Dawn. I do not know the answer to that. There are frontiers still to be tread, but they are accessible only with much searching and are limited to a select few.
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Your Welcome my friend.
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BY FOR NOW
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Lovely message, brings back reminisces of the childhood, nicely worded 🙂
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