Dozer, the bulldog

Dozer, the bulldog
About those fireworks...

Ellie Mae or may not...

Ellie Mae or may not...
In through the out gate...

Rattler relocation

Rattler relocation
Snakes are beautiful critters.

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.
"Let us bee happy in our work..."

Summertime

Summertime
Nothing says summer like zinnias.

Pink Yarrow and carnations

Pink Yarrow and carnations
Life on the farm

HappyDay Farms grows it better.

HappyDay Farms grows it better.
Home-grown by HeadSodBuster

Where the living is easy

Where the living is easy
Garlic drying, with our newly painted water tank in the background

July magic

July magic
Artichoke-strictly for ornamental purposes

Mahlon Masling Blue

Mahlon Masling Blue
My friend and brother.

Mark's E-mail address

bellspringsmark@gmail.com

Saturday, October 8, 2016

My Fractured Country, Thee

Sung to the tune of "My Country, Tis of Thee," or "America."

My Fractured Country, Thee

My country, ’tis of thee,
Cold land of poverty, your pain I see.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of foul genocide,
From every ghetto street,
Freedom retreats.

My fractured country, thee,
Land of the wealthy, thy name I flee.
I loved thy rocks and hills,
Until the industry filled,
My heart and my soul, with revulsion.

Let music fade away,
And drag from all the trees, the last wood deck.
Let billionaires rule all,
Let Donald Trump take all,
Let rocks their silence break, And down we fall.

Our fathers now are gone,
Authors of liberty-
I’m glad they’re gone.
Imagine how horrified they’d be
Should they awake and see

Fifty million in poverty

Someone save their souls…

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