Travelling Light.

This past month we have only been able to access the internet briefly. Our server will finally come to improve our connection this week (I hope). Stuck out here in the middle of nowhere the internet is my sanity. So I guess you could say I have been slightly insane these past weeks.
Since I couldn't post any of my writings, give crits or get feed back we decided to take a short break and head north. We had planned to take this sentimental trip over ten years ago but there was alway something which stopped us.
They say that it isn't wise to retrace your footsteps, revisit the past, but I am glad we did. We visited some of the places were we had lived and played almost forty years ago. I no longer regret the moves that took us south.
Some of the places have developed into beautiful, functional towns, a credit to their councils, but others made me weep to see how their identities have been stolen by developers. I can not understand how they can take an unspoiled area and turn it into a place that could be any city, any where.

Progress.

Warm opal waters lapped
white glistening sand,
dark native bush ringed high tide mark,
mangroves meandered along
mysterious waterways;
sailboats dipped in gentle swell.

Running before the wind
beneath a sky spread with clouds,
like fleece on a skirting table,
two children and gambolling Great Dane
chased a red and yellow beach ball,
found buried sea treasures.

Today regimental rows of coconut palms
march above high water mark:
no dogs or camping beyond this point.
Red and yellow umbrellas
secure hotel patrons privileged positions
along raked sand.

Cruise boats and private yachts
dip, lazy as sea gulls,
in the cloud shadowed blue water.
Private walled estates sprout
where mangroves once meandered;
exotic blooms replace native drabs.