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I went for a
walk
at Monson Village.
A place in the woods
where people lived
in the 1700’s.
Rock foundations
were all that
was left
in each spot.
Small signs
marked the holes in the ground
and describes the
inhabitants
that lived there
so long ago.
Then I realized
something more
was left behind.
Near silence.
Breeze rustling
the leaves in the trees.
Occasionally
a bird could be heard
in the bushes,
the sound of the brook
I walked past.
This was
the world
of those who lived
three hundred
years ago.
The scene
and sounds
flowed
through my senses
and washed
over my mind,
flushing out
the madness of today.
It was stunningly
therapeutic
for the heart, mind and soul
of a twenty first century
inhabitant.
No noise much at all,
no cars,
radios, tv, smart phones,
computers and internet updating,
blasting,
vying for our attention
our mind and
our soul.
Modernity
takes over our
being,
crushing us under its weight
of distractions
taking away a
gentleness
Mother Nature nurtured us with.
For us
to keep our sanity
I think,
we need to push back,
turn off
the machines
get back to the times
that once were,
even
if it’s just for a sort time
in the woods.
Let the sounds
and views
of a world gone by
caress you
and comfort you,
and leave the
technology at home!
