[Critique Group 2] For April 18th Session

[Abbie Taylor]

I wrote the following poem several years ago while attending a camp for 
the visually impaired. I've since revised it as an assignment for the 
Hadley poetry class. The prompt is to write a poem from the point of 
view of a group.

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PEACE ON CASPER MOUNTAIN



Gravel crunches beneath our feet.
With plenty of grass, bushes,
the forest smells of pine, flowers
under a blue Wyoming sky.

In the distance, a chain saw whines.
Is someone clear-cutting or chopping firewood?

As we walk towards camp, the saw stops.
Moments later, a wood-filled truck passes.
Has enough of the forest been taken for one day?

-- 
Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author http://abbiescorner.wordpress.com
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