Wednesday, February 16, 2011

My blog background

I know I am getting a slow start on my blog, I only have two followers so its not like I am disappointing a lot of people! ha

So since I have just got started I will let you know that I am going to try my best to make every part of this blog having a connection with me.  For example, the random background for my blog is one of the backgrounds provided by Blogger but I have chosen it for a reason.  I am a forester so I spend A LOT of time in the great outdoors.  Since I spend so much time outside I tend to relate and find inspiration in the things that I see in nature!

The background I chose is a running river and reminded me of a "poem" I wrote, and for those of you who know me YES, I said a poem, or at least an attempt at one.  It is already on the page but I will also attach a picture that I took while working that seems to kind of illustrate my writing.



Sand and Stone
Life is wearing me down like a stone in a running river, but I don’t think that I am going to get that polished look, this river is going to leave me in peaces.  I will become the sand laying on the bottom having to always look up at those lucky stones who had the chance to become polished, these polished stones are the rest of society.  The thing that bothers me is the people who walk by this factious stream are going to pick up those polished stones and take them home to put on a self  because they have became  beautiful  over the years as the stream wore on them.  The only thing that happens to the sand is that it gets walked on to get to those beautiful stones, nobody picks up the sand or even looks at it for more than what it is, it’s just sand, its good for nothing and reality it is a nuisance because it sticks to the people who pass by just trying its best to go home with them just to sit on that same shelf with those beautiful stones.  The sad thing is that the sand will only make it as far as the car, if its lucky, because the first thing people do is brush it off so it doesn’t bother them any longer.  This is not fare, but this is how the river flows and how life goes!