Complex poem evoked from a stamp of a complex man. A complex man who promoted simplicity. One of my paranoia is that our population will outgrow our planet’s ability to feed and water us. Is our current battle for attention and power a tell-tail or just normal human nature that repeats throughout history. This poem predicts societal collapse and heeds Thoreau’s environmental advice. Feel free to comment with your transcendentalist wonderings.
One of the great thinkers,
writers, wonderers, nature lovers.
Thoreau a timeless voice of whoa.
In his wandering wordy style
he became the father of environmentalism,
and promoter of less government, honest government.
In our world of stuff, of more,
of busy, of image, of jockeying for attention,
Thoreau’s message of simplicity, of nature
is a light on the horizon
for a time is coming
when progress will collapse,
when resources no longer support swollen populations.
The slate will wipe back
by boom and bust,
bust us back to the old ways,
the ways of living simply with the land.