Everyone must have a place where they can retreat to cry, scream, yell, curse, shake their fist at the world, send out thoughts of love and maybe, just maybe, get some feed back. This is my place. If I go too far or not far enough, you can cry, scream, yell, curse and shake your fist at me. And maybe, just maybe, we can come to some consensus, some agreement, shape each others ideas. Seems to me like it would be better to do it this way than to use guns and bombs.
I and my wife Judy live in western North Carolina in a house we built, well most of it anyway. I am retired from the United States Coast Guard, a graduate of The Evergreen State College, and a member of the North Carolina Writer's Network (West.)
Wars are usually fought for profit to someone, some country or some group. And those who do the fighting and dying don't profit, only those who make the wars.
4 comments:
Richard,
You really hit the nail on the head with this one.
True, Richard. How I wish ther were no wars.
And here is a piece of my mind. It made me happy to see you at Coffee With the Poets and to hear you read your poem.
Wars are usually fought for profit to someone, some country or some group. And those who do the fighting and dying don't profit, only those who make the wars.
I, too, am happy you came to CWP, Richard.
Richard,
I agree with you completely.
Glad you and I will be reading together in June at the John C. Campbell Folk School.
Happy Easter!
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