Dozer, the bulldog

Dozer, the bulldog
Dozer: Spring training is upon us!

Backstage at Reggae on the River, 2017...

Backstage at Reggae on the River, 2017...
The author of Mark's Work

Hollyhocks

Hollyhocks
Why I grow flowers

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.
Air-borne bees

HeadSodBuster and BossLady at the coast

HeadSodBuster and BossLady at the coast
Love is the greatest power.

Beauty abounds!

Beauty abounds!
Crossing the Eel River at French's Camp

If you've seen one butterfly, you've seen 'em all, said no one ever.

If you've seen one butterfly,  you've seen 'em all, said no one ever.
Butter in the fly...

July Jewels

July Jewels
Bees to the Kingdom

My souvenir from Reggae on the River, 2017

My souvenir from Reggae on the River, 2017
Something I have always wanted...

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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