Wooden Stakes

February 8, 2006


The bulldozers are coming and there’s nothing I can do. My voice is not a strong enough weapon and money does more damage than the A-bomb. Wetlands and forests just outside of my fenced in backyard have been surveyed and tagged. By this time next month my view of the wilderness will be replaced by a dirt field. The owls will no longer signal the sound of dusk and my dog will no longer have the pleasure of barking at grazing deer. Wind making its presence known by rustling swaying pines will be silenced by the constant hum of traffic. Circling hawks will move on as the flood waters make their way to my doorstep with nowhere left to go.

Nature is for sale everywhere I look, and developers are the only ones buying.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist