A Poet Road

A Poet Road Now that it is hot and the sun has turned from a warm friend to a raging enemy, what did I say to make it so burning hot? I`m up early and drive around stop and take pictures of growing plants before the rampant sunlight makes them lose all colours. Then before I know it is ten o’clock and time to sit indoors watching the miserable news and trivial entrainment programs. The bush fires of terror are something we have to live with until we learn to clear the undergrowth and when needed...brutally weed. I’m thinking of a man who has a small field of the greenest vines and every day he tends lovingly his bushes, you see we should not be too kind. On the other hand, we cannot poison the land with pesticide just to save a plant we like, and forgetting that all life has its place.