There was a conflict here

It is a vast wasteland

All living things destroyed

Plants, animals, and people

As far as the eye can see

Not a sound can the ear hear

Smells of death and destruction

It leaves a bitter acidic taste

Painful and dirty to the touch


The sun rises up again

Dew covers everything

Hope grows like plants

Cool breezes start blowing

Evening clouds come with rain

The moon and stars appear

Animals and people return; reclaim

The land and their heritage

Once more the circle closes


September 12, 2014



Author: Walter Birdwell

Born in Missouri in 1942, Walter Birdwell graduated from the University of Missouri in 1964 with a BA in creative writing. Immediately enlisted in the US army to avoid the draft and was in the US army from 1964 to 1967. Married Yolanda Garza a month after discharge from the Army and have been married forty-five years. Walter is a progressive political activist and has been for about fifty years and a follower of Pagan religious tradition for about twenty years. Have previously published newspaper articles in The Southern Patriot and the New York City Guardian newspapers (both defunct progressive newspapers) in the 1970s and have recently published articles in The Missouri Chigger, an Ozark area magazine, and the Brownsville Herald. Enjoys writing, sculpture, hunting, fishing, hiking, birdwatching, reading, traveling, and all outdoor activities.


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