FACT, we are to clean
Yes it's true
We shower twice a day
And wash away our immunity to bacteria
Our water is full of chlorine
And other crap
And we wonder why people are dying
The human body has (had a natural immunity)
But we in our wisdom are destroying it
I've drunk out of rivers, streams and yes, even toilet bowls
And never got ill
Why?
Because the natural balance of nature
And the natural antibodies in my not so clean body
Allowed me to compensate
Think about your ancestors
If they were very lucky
One bath a week
Water probably shared by three others
They rarely got ill
So who was right

Yep boring because I write so much
About my love of nature
About living on the edge
The acrid but sweet smell of wood smoke
And the comforting flickering fire
The bubbling *** just on the edge of the flames
Sweet music to the ears
I sit in contentment with my glass
A single malt of course
Just the sounds of the night
Eerie to some
But sweet music to my ears
And a smelly wet dog curled at my feet
In this place where I truly belong
I don't need the friparies of life
Simplicity is fine
Just give me the sun, give me the rain
Give me that smelly dog
And life will be perfect

A few small things in a bag
A good canoe and a paddle
A river unknown
That is all I ask for
My 10x8 tarp for my shelter
Fragrant pine twigs for my bed
My alarm the sweet dawn chorus
Of a thousand singing birds
The fragrance of the woodsmoke
As I watch the sun sink down
The messages in the moon and stars
Before in sweet repose I bid goodnight
BUT

So few places of Tranquility left

The body now old and worn
But my mind is still sound
To many broken bones from my early years
Rugby the game that I loved
Still love
But rugby back then in army
Was a different game
The sly punch in the testicles
Punch in the mouth
Well that was all part of the game
Later you would share a beer with the guy
Who broke your fingers
No, no we'll never grow old
Until you wake one morning
And feel the pain
In long past shattered bones

A cabin
Two small rooms off grid
All I will ever need
No TV or radio
Just a a small dog at my feet
Mollie
A note pad and a bottle of ink
With an old fashioned scratcher pen
,(because so few now know how to write)
But all I need are the sound capped waves
To make me realize what life's about