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Sometimes it’s refreshing when the underdog wins

It’s refreshing when the underdog wins

I pull for the underdog. I enjoy seeing the helpless and bullied rise up victoriously over circumstances and individuals that seek to suppress or control them. I want the tortoise to beat the hare, which mocks and jeers at him for being slow.

I don’t like seeing nature taken for granted. I’m not against cities – I was born in a city, and I live in a small one, but I’m against mindless abuses of nature, like clear-cutting forests, polluting our communities’ air and water. I’m against building new buildings, with half a city abandoned, to where wildlife have nowhere to roam but our highways. I’d rather see the pines than billboard signs.

I’ve always related to the Lynyrd Skynyrd lyrics in

All I Can Do Is Write About It

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(allen collins — ronnie vanzant)

Well this life that Ive lead has took me everywhere
There aint no place I aint never gone
But its kind of like the saying that you heard so many times
Well there just aint no plae like home
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in tennessee
And lord I cant make any changes
All I can do is write em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin
Lord take me and mine before that comes

Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin
Do you like to see a youngun with his dog
Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin
Well you better listen to my song
And lord I cant make any changes
All I can do is write em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin
Lord take me and mine before that comes

Im not tryin to put down no big cities
But the things they write about us is just a bore
Well you can take a boy out of ol dixieland
But youll never take ol dixie from a boy
And lord I cant make any changes
All I can do is write em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin
Lord take me and mine before that comes
cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin
Lord take me and mine before that comes

 

I don’t see nature as being defeated though.

Nature, like the toroise is slow and steady,

and in many instances nature wins the race

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  • Those are some beautiful images. I love to see nature win, but something like the flower growing out of the concrete, makes me sad at about the same time.

  • I totally agree with your thought of building new, when perfectly good buildings sit abandoned. Sounds like my town. We have loads of empty buildings right near a new building. Makes no sense at all.

  • We seem to be a society that has no care for the elderly – being it a building, a car or a person. What happened to the day when we took care of our parents, and our historical markers?

    Great post!

    Mother Nature is just a hand slap away from knocking us all into the ocean. Her power, is amazing!

  • I love Lynyrd Skynyrd 🙂

    I born and still live in a town that was built on the chemical industry.
    Luckily I am just a short drive away from some of the loveliest places England has to offer, especially for a mad hiker like me.

    The green spaces that are left in my town are finally getting the appreciation that they deserve and hopefully a few more will pop up 🙂

  • Reminds me of this song….by Joni Mitchell

    They paved paradise and put up a parking lot,
    With a pink hotel, a boutique,
    And a swinging hot spot.
    Don’t it always seem to go
    That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone?
    They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
    They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum.
    And they charged all the people
    A dollar and a half just to see ’em.
    Don’t it always seem to go
    That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone?
    They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

    Hey, farmer, farmer, put away that D.D.T., now!
    Give me spots on my apples
    But leave me the birds and the bees, please!
    Don’t it always seem to go
    That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone?
    They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

    Late last night I heard the screen door slam.
    And a big yellow taxi took away my old man.
    Don’t it always seem to go
    That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone?
    They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

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