A Sunday Muse poem -- Man or Beast

  

"Forest Traffic" Digital Art.    by Pulkit Kudiwal

Laws of the wild 

In the jungles 

In the forests 

Arctics and the 

deserts as well 

And 

Laws of the man 

Ten commandments 

First law of man 

Then made civil 

From guns to cars 

Control the man 

Will the twain mix 

Animals tamed 

or men go wild 

Buying pet food 

or get your gun 

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Road maps on paper or a GPS, our youngest grand-daughter has been fine with these since before she was four.  The photo on the left shows her when we were looking for the Downtown Baptist Church in London,  U.K, she has become a regular backseat driver lady now.  She is eleven now.

Note:  Carrie's nice poem of the animals finding their ways without GPS or Maps 

"No Maps Needed" https://dancingwithelephants2.blogspot.com/2021/05/no-maps-needed.html

 reminded me of our granddaughter using a map in London of which I posted in 2020, https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2020/02/the-letter-h-weekend-roundup-and.html?m=0 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn for the Photo Prompt, at The Sunday Muse #159,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/05/sunday-muse-159.html?m=1 

 - You can go there to find other's writing efforts or to link your own.

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A Special Place -- Weekly Scribblings

 Place(s) special to me; I was asked to tell 

Across the nation, all fifty states 

Across the seas we saw 

Six continents we walked 

Antarctica was near  

Arctic Circle yes

But my mind returned 

From those far away

My mind came back 

Back to one evening 

To one special place 

Now nine hundred miles away 

And more time ago than I tell 

Beside a garage in an alley 

The alley's driveway 

Deep in the suburbs 

I was about nineteen 

Or a little less 

She was about the same 

Halloween rocks younger 

adults would throw 

Judge who was mean to us young 

Garage windows break 

Car lights were off 

She got out 

Then came back 

Girls I didn't understand 

In all their ways 

We stayed long 

Don't remember how much time 

We left it like it was 

Nothing thrown

No cans, bottles or rocks 

The garage and alley 

I will always remember 

My dear friend as well 

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(She loaned me her downtown apartment one Thanksgiving weekend when I was staying in town.  I've lost track of her now, neither google nor facebook know whereabouts either.)

(This was in Lincoln, Nebraska, I had dropped out of college after a year and a half, three semesters.  My life, sleeping in rented rooms, became a job in the watch factory and two other part time ones, a nice two-year-old car hopped up to very fast, a race car driver friend who asked me to be in his pit crew  and lots of friends.) 

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The garage now? 

Is it still there? 

I don't know I don't care 

Does she remember 

The place the time 

To me that special place,

Was it special to her? 

Does she still remember too 

Does she remember me 

Was that place ever special to her 

I hope it was 

I hope she does 

I hope she remembers me 

I hope, if she's still alive 

I come to her mind 

and

that first time we were there 

first time we dated 

All this was special to me 

There . . .

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rosemary as she was hosting this week's Pantry Party #68 ,    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/05/weekly-scribblings-68-where-are-you.html?m=1

 - In her instructions Rosemary asked us to describe or tell about a place or places very special to us.  This one is super special to me.