Tag Archives: bucolic

The Simple Life: a bucolic

Posted on January 25, 2017 by John

The simple life, that free from care and vain illusion we once led, in whose embrace our flourishing and true existence found their height, and with such grace evolved from beasts, abandoned filth and savage ways, escaped the snares of … Continue reading →

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The Good Old Days: a bucolic

Posted on November 22, 2010 by John

I mourn the past, the “good old days”; the world was simpler then; how much I wish we could return to life like “way back when”. When everyone was real down home, and said thank you and please; more decent … Continue reading →

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To Progress: a bucolic

Posted on April 6, 2004 by John

To those who wish the past returned and simple life brought back in fashion, a relationship with the land renewed and the blight of urban living shunned, a hundred years of progress dissolved in the bliss of primitive survival, Who … Continue reading →

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Somewhere Along the County Line

Posted on August 18, 2003 by John

Let’s take a detour off the interstate — The roads are straight and intersect endless rows of soybeans, seed corn and winter wheat. Besides, if we get lost, and spend our evening the only lights on this road perhaps we’ll … Continue reading →

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