I woke up this morning remembering the blue flowers of the prairie from my days as a young girl in the Midwest. I was just a free spirit with my hair hanging long. How I hated to see the bulldozers come and uproot the meadow! It made me cry. They'd stop work and leave their gold-colored bulldozers sitting there in the middle of a field of devastation. Trees, bushes, grasses in front of it.. dirt and more dirt behind.
They are busy making something where there is nothing.. from their point of view. Making houses and sidewalks where there is nothing.. nothing but prairie that is.. prairies teaming with life! I looked on.. story continues..story continues ..
