Writings to Our Mother III | Page 16

Oldfield Road / Jon Lepp This land is your land, this land is my land, this land was made for you and me. - Woody Guthrie Cycling down the Cartesian line of Niagara, the this or that, us and them line, down Oldfield Road. Gleaming about the intricacies of lichen life, the rotting maples and oaks and black gums, the millions of creatures living in these carcasses, the blue spotted salamander slumbers in the shade, the robins singing call and responses, the microorganisms too small for the eye, vernal pools are carbon sinks protecting us from our own mistakes, the mosquitoes breed in these pools. The plant life and trees providing us oxygen. All of this will be gone if we don't compromise. 16