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I didn't read about Tom Selleck...I just don't understand how they can't seem to find a way to siphon ocean water and purify it for drinking
posted by
Annicita
on August 23, 2015 at 6:26 PM
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Powerful wisdom, TAPS!
We take it for granted, as we do air and assume both will continually renew and return, no matter how we destroy and waste; forgetting we cannot live without either. Wonderfully expressed tug of the collective memory! And the picture is beautiful too. 
posted by
Katray2
on August 23, 2015 at 6:12 AM
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I love your poem. I think the water problem will be getting worst and worst especially the drinking water. I read some articles about this new problem coming soon to face humans all over the world.
posted by
Chuck_E_Ibrahim
on August 21, 2015 at 8:11 AM
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Well it is usually green here Taps. We moan when there is no rain, but it always comes eventually. Looks really comfy your sons's house and your poem does justice to the need of this essential gift.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 21, 2015 at 12:24 AM
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I remember being in Greece one year which is a dry place mostly but the drought in and around Sydney was heading for it's 10th year. Water restrictions were serious with water police in little mini cars driving the burbs fining people... I just didn't want to go home to the dry winds and ruined gardens and parks.
posted by
Kabu
on August 20, 2015 at 8:56 AM
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Funny how some of the country is getting flooded with unnecessary
rain, and the ordinarily rainy areas are left high and dry. Remember that song from years ago, might have been recorded by the Sons of the Pioneers, "Water"?
"All day I face the barren waste / without the taste of water / cool, clear water.
Old Dan and I we scan the sky / and cast an eye for water / cool, clear water." I may
have lost some of the words, but I can still hear the song echoing in my mind.
posted by
Pat_B
on August 20, 2015 at 4:45 AM
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TAPS
I love your poem - serious but with that neat touch of whimsy at the end...And I also like the picture - a friendly house in a beautiful setting...
posted by
Nautikos
on August 19, 2015 at 8:42 PM
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