Tucked inside was a copy of this poem, which was actually was written even earlier in 8th grade…
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey
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Watch the video here Already in the cold grip of winter here, it’s nice to look back on the lovely warmer weather of October that everyone enjoyed at the fall open house. Here I am reading one of my poems, and talking a bit about plans for my next book.
I’m happy to report that once again I’ll be reading some of my poems this coming weekend at the fall Bedlam Farm Open House, Sat. and Sun., 10/7 and 10/8. I missed the June one, so it will be especially nice to be back. Copies of my book, Gone to Ground: Selected Poems & Essays, […]
I look forward to finding him.., not very well camouflaged, but still trying to hide in plain sight.
They have helped me wake up, and come back to myself again.
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
Sometimes that is the way of nature, I know, some things are born and survive, and some simply don’t.