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Paradise Lost (Poem not for little children)


A long time ago, I took this picture from my bedroom window.

A young deer felt quite at home, and the pheasant in the background was one of about nine who did the daily rounds of our place. I felt like I lived in paradise.

Now, 31 years later, subdivisions have sprung up half a mile down the road and the horde of people who want their dogs to poop somewhere away from their own yard comes here to walk where there are still a few trees standing. That alone wouldn’t be so bad. I don’t dislike people and I love dogs (and cats and all sorts of animals), but when the dog walking came to our neighbourhood, many dog owners thought that once they left the cement and asphalt of their subdivision, it was okay to unhook their dogs and let them tear around in rural properties.

If I didn’t want my garden torn up, I would have to build a fence.

Sadly the deer can’t come in to wander through the yard anymore, and the pheasants and many quail we used to see have all become victims of unleashed dogs, stray cats, and the loss of habitat.

We still have trees and lots of shrubs for cover, so songbirds and little animals still come here. I don’t mind people walking by with their dogs on a leash; many of them are very pleasant, friendly, and considerate. Others are more self-centered. After virtue-signaling that they pick up their dog’s poop,  they wait until no one sees, and fling the used poop bags into the shrubbery or into my yard.

I’m uncomfortable listening to personal conversations being shouted between two people walking together, or bellowed into the phones of people walking solo. I don’t need to know how much their last massage cost or that their credit card was rejected when they tried to pay for it.

I don’t understand why some of the people who visit our neighbourhood can’t enjoy the quiet of nature. Why are they so loud and rude? Why is it all about them?

Among the walkers who are considerate of people living nearby, are a few intrusive women between the age of 25 to 50, many of them behaving like teenagers. This small segment of society seems to be working hard to be noticed. I see them around town, in the grocery stores, in traffic, everywhere.

Yes, I believe in women’s rights. Very much so. But I believe in all people’s rights. No single group deserves more attention or privileges than another.

This special breed of women has inspired the muse in me today.


Me, Me, Me.


I’m important, don’t you see?

Everything is all ’bout me.

 “Likes” on facebook overflow,

Watch  my popularity grow.


When I walk for exercise,

I soak up admiring eyes,

With my leggings up my crack,

Men’s attention doesn’t lack.


When I drive I spare no thought,

If it is my turn or not.

They’ll back off and let me pass,

‘Cuz the right goes to the lass.


Ringing phone, who can it be?

There’s so many who love me.

I’ll be loud ’cause I am free,

And it’s all ’bout me, me, me.


It’s my right to cross on red,

You must wait, I go ahead,

All the world revolves ’round me,

I’m so special, me, me, me.






Author: wordsfromanneli

Writing, travel, photography, nature, more writing....

38 thoughts on “Paradise Lost (Poem not for little children)

  1. Wow, great post, Anneli, you are so right about everything. The ME thing started back in the 70s I believe and has never gone away. Dog walkers in my subdivision love to let their dogs poop on others’ lawns. Especially the ones that have grass.

    I have what is known as Desert Scape. Just rocks surrounding a palm tree along the road so I don’t care much but some folks have little signs asking dog walkers to not let their dogs poop on their grass. What makes me angry are the irresponsible owners that let their dog bark bark bark endlessly. Shame on them!

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  2. I can sense your frustration Anneli. I am never sure why people feel that their freedom needs to trample everyone else’s rights. In the end, more people need to have respect and be kind to others, something which seems to no longer be taught. They should imagine what it would be like if the same thing was being done to them. Do unto others, so to speak. Allan

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  3. I definitely saw this young deer and we have so many here . Thanks for sharing this idea. Others in our neighborhood are so mean with us . Anita

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  4. We should teach children from kindergarten to high school to have respect for each other, for flora and fauna and be kind to nature. Maybe this would help to save nature – what´s left of it.
    Sad post but thanks for sharing it. I like your poem.

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  5. There is so much true in everything you wrote

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  6. Oh wow, Anneli. You took me from righteous anger to laughing out loud. The prose part: made me so mad. That’s when I have to admit I say to whoever is nearby “I hate humans.” The poetry though was hilarious. Sooooooooo TRUE. What is to become of us?

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  7. “When I walk for exercise,
    I soak up admiring eyes,
    With my leggings up my crack,
    Men’s attention doesn’t lack.”

    Love it.
    If you happen to get on fb, check out my post about feminism. 😉

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  8. There’s nothing more tiresome than a dedicated narcissist, and the world’s full of them these days. A culture dedicated to celebrity and fame is cringeworthy at best, and destructive at worst. What is happening to our children and young people is terrible — the obnoxious 20-and-30 somethings are the result of changes in parenting: particularly the odd notion that so many parents have that they should be their childrens’ friends, rather than their parents.

    I’m just glad I grew up when I did, and was shaped by my own parents’ quite different values. They’ve helped me avoid a good bit of this era’s silliness.

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    • I’m so glad to hear you say this, Linda. That’s just how I feel too. The breakdown of the family is a major factor, and the parents caving to their children’s demands contributes to the unwarranted self-importance we see in them once they’ve outgrown childhood (chronologically, anyway).

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  9. I agree, Anneli. As the old saying goes, “your rights end at the tip of my nose,” but so few seem to understand that or care any more. I agree with Allan that people should think about what it would feel like if the same were done to them.

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  10. Wow, Anneli, I feel as if I wrote this. 🙂 The dog walking theme gets to me because I have a dog. But I walk him on leash, and I don’t think it’s considerate to let him roam on other people’s property, let alone poop. And when he does his thing, I pick it up, carry it home, and plop it in our trash. There are a couple of women on our block that literally walk onto neighbor’s grass and let their dogs do their business and then they walk away. Amazing thought process. Although I’m a dog owner, I don’t want some dog leaving his gifts on our front yard. It’s another form of entitlement and narcissism, and it’s beyond frustrating. And then there are pedestrians and their phones…I could go on. Thanks for sharing this great post!

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    • Thanks for that, Lauren. We have a little English cocker and I don’t dare take her out for a walk. She’s a bit too big for me to pick up when a bigger dog challenges her because he’s running off leash with his owner yelling for him, and I don’t want her getting chewed up. So she gets her exercise in the backyard (which is big) and the Captain takes her to a farm of friends of ours for a run now and then. No way I would walk her here off leash or even on a leash because of the other off-leash dogs. We hear confrontations all the time.

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      • I understand, Anneli. We have a lab mix, but he doesn’t bark or bite at other people or dogs, just wants to sniff and say hello. So, he has been charged by other aggressive big dogs in the neighborhood. He’s been attacked by another lab, ironically, and by 2 different pit bulls. Fortunately, he’s been okay, but I can’t deny the fear. I’ve always had a dog, but at this time in my life, I worry more about the owners taking responsibility than the dogs themselves. I don’t recall this being an issue years ago. But how many times have I heard, “Oh, my dog’s friendly” as he charges off leash towards mine. Let’s just say, I don’t feel convinced. Anyway, I have to walk him, he’s a big dog, but I’m alert. Kinda sad for what should be a nice walk for both human and dog. 🙂

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  11. Many years ago, 1973 to be exact, we bought a beautiful home in a little town north of Calgary. We had a full view of the Rocky Mountains at the edge of the open prairie. Then we moved to the BC interior. On a visit to the town a few years later, developers had filled the entire area with a brand-new subdivision. I can see how this encroachment has impacted the peace you enjoyed so much in the past. That is truly sad, Anneli.

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  12. A worthy rant, Anneli. I see that a lot where we live too.


  13. It’s a shame that so much has been spoiled and lost due to a segment of the population that thinks it’s all about them. You see this attitude in all ages and sexes 😏


  14. Yes, ALL people’s rights. A few can be spoilers. What a shame. I feel the same way that ALL lives matter, not just lives from a single group.


  15. I hear you Anneli! I am blessed to be quite close to two metro parks, full of tranquility. A note from Bozeman, Montana: where I attended Montana State. I had never walked the path up the mountainside to the famous block “M”. My daughter joined me to do it. The only disappointment was seeing the scattered dog poop bags along the trail. What’s so hard about taking each bag back down the trail?

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    • It’s all virtue signalling. “See? I’m doing the right thing.” And then when no one is looking they toss it someplace and disown it. It would be better if they left it in its natural state to wash away in the rain or dry out and turn to fertilizer.


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