“What’s old collapses, times change, and new life blossoms in the ruins.” Friedrich Schiller
Nature Smiles The soft ghosts of landscapes clutch longingly at our feet, seeking to pull us in, desiring our hearts be held in this place in reverence less seen, even neglected, now populated by the ruins of past dreams faded with the stretch of time, no longer elastic in this brittle earth where moisture cannot abide, where hope recedes like a recoil, and all the while nature smiles at our dogged attempts to take charge, patiently waiting for the penny to drop. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Photos are very interesting showing what settlers utilized for housing and buildings and the needed simplicity
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Such a different era. When the gold rush fizzled, the community almost completely vanished and many buildings fell into disrepair, but the handful that remained utilised the building materials to create or repair homes, so continuing that theme.
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That last line speaks volumes Paul 🤭
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Thank you so much Christine 🙂
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Fantastic, Paul – I assume the photo inspired this piece? You were there?
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David
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This was a bit of mix on that score. Normally I write the poem then labour over trying to find a relevant image, but with this one as I started to form the frame of it, I knew exactly which image I had in my collection and that drove it home. Thank you david and, thank you for asking.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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A lovely poem, Paul and the photo said it all. This is life where all things have to end and restart again. Once populated and today in ruins.
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Yes, that’s a great point, many thanks for sharing your response.
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You are most welcome.
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Nature is the ‘ Whole and sole’!
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I really feel that to be so.
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So many good metaphors in this one! Ghost towns in northern Vermont and New Hampshire are hard to find because the forest recaims the land. Stone walls and cellar holes are all that’s left.
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My, that is some trick of nature, here the heat and wind grinds the buildings down slowly.
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I’m surprised by how quickly the forest reclaims the land. The amount of snow we get hastens that process because it will bring down the roof first; then the walls follow.
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Wow, powerful stuff.
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It is!
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Beautiful
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🙂
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