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I wrote this poem for Entertainment night at our annual beach vacation:

Living in a Dictatorship

A Poem by Michelle Brodie

I was born in the baby boom

The Greatest Generation had rid the world of a despot and from impending doom

Rosie the Riveter could put those muscles to rest

And replace them with a baby at the breast

We baby boomers were taught to respect , to aspire, to reach ever higher

Even be president

But can anybody be president?  I was very skeptical

In fact, it seemed quite impractical

We would find out quite soon

For then we had Ronald Reagan, a B Movie Actor and quite the buffoon

Amazed so many found him appealing

I was only pleased he raised the speed limit ceiling

Next was a Rhodes Scholar

I remember election day well, how it made me holler

Yes, he turned out to be a lascivious little cad

But the unemployment rate went down quite a bit more than a tad

Anybody could get a job

Even a worthless lazy slob

Things in our little democracy seemed to get better

A decade of economic prosperity and a president who could even write a letter

But then we had a president as dumb as a rock

Followed by a constitutional law professor, our very own Barack

Eight blissful years seemed to make a mockery of Plato’s proclamation

Until the election of 2016 nearly brought an end to our democratic nation

“Oh Vladimir

I always want you near

Let me whisper in your ear

Oh Vladimir

I want to be just like you

I want you to help me see this through

Oh Vladimir, my darling Vladimir

I want to be just like you, a bully, a tyrant, and a brute

A monster, a killer dressed up in  a suit

I already have luxuries and lavish possessions

Now help me Vladimir restore my white supremacist obsessions.”

Policy Makers condemned Socrates to death

And it was like a doctor being persecuted by a pastry chef

I think the calamity Plato had predicted

Was coming to fruition and democracy was being evicted

I think I am living in a dictatorship

Our president and the brutish killer Putin are joined at the hip

Clean water, clean air, open spaces, ecological diversity, and yes, even human diversity too

All dispensable in the current milieu

The things I cherish most are vanishing before my very eyes

My beloved Grand Staircase stolen for the coal and oil it contains: I shouldn’t be surprised

But I won’t stand by and let the brute prevail

I’ll go to the land of ice and snow,

The land of Sulphur works, fumaroles, steam vents, hostile cattle ranchers, and stinky cows

And there I’ll cast my ballot all blue

It doesn’t matter who

As long as the column isn’t red

I will have done my duty to stop this country from becoming a white supremacist hotbed

And when people ages hence

Ask how did your country become so forsaken?

For it seems you are living in a dictatorship of your own making,

I’ll be able to stand up and say, “No I did not make Schindler’s list

But by god, I did resist!”

July 20, 2018

Bear Grass
Glacier National Park is known for its glaciers
but it has so many other treasures
Ferocious grizzly bears, moose, and wolverines
From towering glacier-covered peaks
to beautiful blue lakes fed by melting glaciers
Waterfalls cascading in multiple layers
Sitka Valerian, Penstemon, Alpine Paintbrush, Harebells, Yarrow, Cow Parsnip, & Glacier Lilies
The will make you giddy, they will make you silly
One day the glaciers will melt, the peaks will weather away, and the waterfalls will no longer sway
But what does Glacier have that comes back every five to 10 years
that will reduce you to tears?
The Bear Grass Bloom
Yes, there are too many people
But there’s still room
For us to all enjoy the gorgeous Bear Grass Bloom
By Michelle Brodie

I wrote this poem for poetry night:

The Tide

The ebb and flow of the tide washes the sand away

Sand castles of yesterday no longer here today

Here were gathered Sanderling, Sandwich Tern, Sandpiper, and Ruddy Turnstone
Now just Grackles on trash and the occasional Laughing Gull pass

And what of us?

A man’s mind like the vast universe
Gray matter, dark matter, white matter
The synapses no longer fire; he talks like the Mad Hatter
What goes on inside we cannot hear
It’s just that he cannot make himself clear

All part of the great unknown, the heavens above and the sea below
Where will we all end up. What will be our home?
What is visceral, what is real?
Man goes over the handlebars
His injuries are severe and instill fear
How will he end up he desperately wants to know
A woman watches, watches her husband growing old
The tide comes in and goes back out
It’s not laches; time just passes
never knowing how it will all turn out
How in future generations the story will be told
The tide comes the tide goes
How it will all turn out nobody knows
It doesn’t really matter
For it is the journey, the journey of life
We are carried on with the tide
The moon, the stars at night, the beautiful world we live in
our family, our friends
They keep us together and keep us from being left in tatters by all this strife
My family, my friends we must not be caught up in how it will all turn out
But enjoy this wondrous journey that we call life
August 4, 2017

Shangri-La in Yunnan Province, China is a beautiful place full of culture, high peaks, ethnic diversity including the 25 ethnic minorities in China, great food, and incredible scenery as seen here.  But what I will never forget is stumbling upon the Napahai wetland where we saw some  globally threatened Black-necked Cranes.

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