Dozer, the bulldog

Dozer, the bulldog
Dozer: He was the best dog on the planet.

Bonding

Bonding
The author of Mark's Work with Ellie Mae

Guess who's coming for dinner

Guess who's coming for dinner
Blue heron, sitting on the dock of our pond

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.
Air-borne bees

BFF's forever

BFF's forever
Margie and Ellie Mae

Tomatoes and peppers are us.

Tomatoes and peppers are us.
Spicy salsa with roasted peppers, here at HappyDay Farms

Much love, John-Bryan

Much love, John-Bryan
Eric at 26 on the left, and John-Bryan in January of 1973.

Halloween fun

Halloween fun
SmallBoy and Dancing Girl

Our house

Our house
The snow season approaches...

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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