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The inspiration for this poem came from reading "Roses"
![]() Take Some Time Only a mile from where I stand, A man-made road cuts through the land, Where cars and trucks pass by With people that don't even see the sky. The images outside their car windows Are just blurs, and none of them knows, They pass on land buffalo herds would roam, Where Indian would hunt and make their home. I wonder if our future generations Will ever know the exhilaration, Of the marvelous smell of a rose Or how grass feels on bare toes. How can they go about their lives Never to think and realize, They will only be able to see These wonders on a computer or TV.
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