"The Great Mother" is a very short and simple poem, but riveting nonetheless.
Not all those who pass
In front of the Great Mother's chair
Get passt with only a stare.
Some she looks at their hands
To see what sort of savages they were (20).
As I read that I wonder how Mother Nature would judge me in regard to my treatment of the planet. While I may not actively go out and cut down trees, am I too wasteful? How harmful are my day to day habits toward the earth? Would I be considered a "savage"? I may never know the answers to these questions, but I can at least try to live a more Earth-friendly life.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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