I don’t know. I read something like this and I’m not sure whether to scream in anger or in loss. I’m trying to think of what would be an appropriate sentence for the vandals (seems like too kind of a word) involved.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are, I think I know,
His house is in the Village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And Miles to go before I sleep.
— Robert Frost
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I think screaming in both anger and loss are appropriate. I hope the people that did this are caught and made accountable for their horrible and infantile actions.
An all too familiar story these days Clare. At our Bellbird Corner reserve, which we have just got back into order after two huge floods, idiots have been having drinking parties, leaving fires burning, their litter behind, and driving a four wheel drive up the banks over the trees we’ve planted and nurtured.
May 2008 be a better year. Happy New Years!
What a horror. But his poetry is a balm.
Yeah, vandalism sucks. This is right outside the town where I went to college, in Vermont, and my truck was actually vandalized there too once, at a trailhead, while I was spending an afternoon hiking with my friend and dog. There is so much money in the area and a rather disgruntled hoodlum contingent. Hope you are all well and warm up there! -Kim, the erstwhile powerbook owner