10,784. THE NATURAL SPHERE

THE NATURAL SPHERE

Some old regimented road took

me through the closed-in woods; 

the sort of woods you don't see 

anymore. Elms. Stately, high. 

Willows. Hugging water. Each

perhaps places that once used to

be farms; not like the scrub-oak

leftover lands we get now. But,

I realized,  jst as well, such a 

judgment too is flawed, because 

before the 'farms' it was simply 

land. The farm idea is a misnomer 

of our own, from 1700, give or

take. Probably 1650 or before.

We took their land  -  you know.

Then we called it farming and 
went to town. Which, however

we put it, really screwed

things up for them, didn't it.