This poem makes me think of the river valley where myself and my family live. We take care of the land and try to be good stewards to it in order to leave a beautiful legacy for our future generations to come.
We ignore, destroy, and attempt to conquer trees at our own peril. The lives that might live beyond us will not be without trees. Period. The hardship is its own reality.
Such a lovely poem. It reminds me so much of feeling at home when I'm happy and halo Homer Winslow. I had a lop eared Bunny for a while that was house trained and not to chew on wires. I loved that Bunny.
"If we will have the wisdom to survive". I love the way the poem seems to give this in the balance throughout.
This is a perfect for our times. Very expansive. Thank you so much for sharing.
Heartbreakingly beautiful
A guidepost and warning couched in beauty. And so profoundly consoling.
I love the poem. Wendell Berry always pulls the curtain back to give us just a taste of the heaven beyond.
The poems you feature are wonderful. Thank you. Bring some calm in these very tough times.
This poem makes me think of the river valley where myself and my family live. We take care of the land and try to be good stewards to it in order to leave a beautiful legacy for our future generations to come.
Touches my mind and my heart…
Strong and gentle and hopeful…
I weep tears of relief…
Knowing possibility…
You all are so great here. Thank you and lets make some more milagros happen. Thank you for sharing your excellent creativity is whatever form arises!
We ignore, destroy, and attempt to conquer trees at our own peril. The lives that might live beyond us will not be without trees. Period. The hardship is its own reality.
"and memory will grow
into legend, legend into song, song
into sacrament."
“The lives our lives prepare”--such a healthy attitude. Nice to read something so hopeful in these dark times.
Such a lovely poem. It reminds me so much of feeling at home when I'm happy and halo Homer Winslow. I had a lop eared Bunny for a while that was house trained and not to chew on wires. I loved that Bunny.
We do not make things beautiful, beauty is.
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A Beautiful Sunday Morning Wake up Call
always reminded me of Dickey and Faulkner. Still alive. Never read any of his novels.
The novels are good, but some of the short stories might even be better. “Fidelity,” and “Pray Without Ceasing.”