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On an overcast day I sat looking out the mall window wondering if the trees planted outside ever felt as imprisoned as they look between the two walls rising up beside them. Do the bushes planted in unimaginative rows dream of wilder places? Do the wild hedges, weeds, and stunted trees scorn them as a wolf might a dog?
I suspect I spend as much time thinking about trees as I do Holly. I thought today I might visit that state park I was told about. Its sad but true that my ideals and my actions are far, far removed from each other.
I think that if I don't live in teh woods some day I might never be myself. And certainly I will never stop thinking of them. Land is fast becoming a scarce commodity now. Less affordable still to those who would have large amounts of it without turning it to industry and capitalization. My dream would be to live in or on the outskirts of a national park. Perhaps the mid-west still has a shadow of the promise of the frontier. Would Holly follow to the places I would bring her?
I'm not so sure.
I suspect I spend as much time thinking about trees as I do Holly. I thought today I might visit that state park I was told about. Its sad but true that my ideals and my actions are far, far removed from each other.
I think that if I don't live in teh woods some day I might never be myself. And certainly I will never stop thinking of them. Land is fast becoming a scarce commodity now. Less affordable still to those who would have large amounts of it without turning it to industry and capitalization. My dream would be to live in or on the outskirts of a national park. Perhaps the mid-west still has a shadow of the promise of the frontier. Would Holly follow to the places I would bring her?
I'm not so sure.