RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Encroaching People


Mountains standing tall against a beautiful cloud-lined sky at dusk.
Loving to always see them standing there, looking back at me with
all their wonder.
Feelings of dependability come from their stature as I know I
can always rely on them being there any time of day or night.
Encroaching people, building their houses of greed at the base
of the mountains and growing ever higher up.
Looking like teenage acne, marring the view of the mountains so
terribly.
Wanting to see the ugly houses disappear from my beautiful view
forever.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
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