For those of us who came to know responsibility with the help of poetic music
of the sixties and early seventies,
These words ring. Where have all the flowers gone......Okay, Pete got alot of us
thinking as we entered our professional lives.
In his song, as in many of his works, we might think about injustices
related to war and the hope of peace on the planet.
Tonight, I walked the beach here on Marrowstone Island.
Susan and Howard Berta of the Orca Network had sent out a note
to let us know there were whales in the area........And so, I went on my
evening beach walk and cleanup a bit earlier than normal. It was easy.
We had SUN today and Monsoon was eager to swim.
I hoped to see the whales, but when I got to the beach, a lot of military
boat traffic apparently frightened the whales. They were actually within
a reach of water I could see in the distance --- down near Point No Point,
a very historic place.........But then, they suddenly turned south
as the shipping noise probably interfered with their movements.
Sonar perhaps.........not uncommon and needed to be sure during
our time of war.......
Monsoon and I walked the beach and found a lot of mesh netting. We stopped a lot,
scanning the water as the ships disappeared only to be replaced by the
endless stream of freighters leaving Seattle and Tacoma.
No whales in sight.
I kept putting the binocs on Craven Rock to my south.
Sea Lions perched atop the rock sat without making any sound.
No seals were in the water. No porpoises.
As it grew dark, I walked to the very northern tip of the island and
began a closer look at the drift line where high tide dropped
some of what you see in the above photo.........
Right there, Tangled together in seaweed ---
a plastic flower and one Green Soldier.
Now the soldier rests on my desk with a blue one....
but this green guy fascinates. He holds binoculars, not a rifle..........
and, curiously, mixed in the very same tangle was a tiny plastic bag.
If you look closely at the photo you will see dollar signs printed on the tiny plastic pouch.
Where have all the plastic flowers gone? All I know is that some wash up on our shore.
Some have gone to soldiers. Some float with plastic bags once holding funds of some sort.
If you notice too.........that tiny Earth squeeze ball above the flower.......
It was a gift from some young students......I pick it up daily and give it a few squeezes.
Printed on the Earth:
"Reduce Stress
on the Earth:
Support Family Planning"
As many kids say to me, this is what it is all about. What it comes down to.
There are simply too many plastic soldiers on the planet because, well, hey,
there are far too many of everyting. Apparently there are now so many
plastic flowers that we need another Pete Seeger to sing their song.
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