Back to Nature with Thousands of Others

Our forms are losing their cohesion
As the waves from boats arrive, our
Idyll on this rock disrupted by
These drunken merrymakers and their
Acrid fuel fumes.  The Adirondacks
Are no longer wilderness.  We're here
Too late to know them as did Cole
And Durand, Inness, Church, who
Threaded through the nearby forests
On their horses.  Highways, now,
Retrace their paths, and trees have
Been pushed from the shore to make
Room for the phalanx of unlovely condos,
In which we and others stay.
The game is gone, though guns
Remain.  We fortify ourselves with
Packaged beef and frozen vegetables,
And plot to impart some cohesion
To our getaway.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-04 at 11:33

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You've condensed depressing modern life into a short poem. I don't know whether to congratulate you or cry.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed the flow and story of this, Lawrence. One cannot help but sound nostalgic when reflecting on the history of loctions. Nicely done.