I once asked a priest
If he fed the poor
He turned away
And I said no more
If the sea can't feed us
If cyclones and hurricanes continually blow
If the earth can no longer support us
Where will we go?
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- JoeC
- For almost three decades I was a shepherd, herding goats and riding horses, as well as growing a large organic garden which helped feed me as well as quite a few others. Now I'm older, still growing the big garden but no longer a shepherd (which I truly miss). With the extra time (no longer shepherding, milking goats, wrangling and riding horses) I write more, although I've been a writer since I was a teenager. My other great 'artistic' loves are photography (digital these days) and playing music on my keyboard, guitar and accordion. Life is good, living in my little cabin on the side of this big lonely mountain where grizzly bears and mountain lions keep company with all the other Earth Spirits.
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