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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Our Hold On The Planet

Many days, when I'm catching up on the news and it all seems to be bad news, I remember the words of this Robert Frost poem for comfort.


















Our Hold On The Planet

We asked for rain.  It didn't flash and roar.
It didn't lose its temper at our demand.
And blow a gale.  It didn't misunderstand
And give us more than our spokesman bargained for;
And just because we owned to a wish for rain,
Send us a flood and bid us be damned and drown.
It gently threw us a glittering shower down.
And when we had taken that into the roots of grain,
It threw us another and then another still
Till the spongy soil again was natal wet.
We may doubt the just proportion of good to ill.
There is much in nature against us.  But we forget:
Take nature altogether since time began,
Including human nature, in peace and war,
And it must be a little more in favor of man,
Say a fraction of one per cent at the very least,
Or our number living wouldn't be steadily more,
Our hold on the planet wouldn't have so increased. 


(Photo courtesy of Greenzer.com)

1 comment:

Neva Flores said...

Penned excellently..........awesome