The lessons remain:
- Travel light.
- Take no more than you need.
- Leave a campsite cleaner than you found it.
Not a bad model for a poem, either. Or a whole collection to pack along the way.
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You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
The lessons remain:
Not a bad model for a poem, either. Or a whole collection to pack along the way.
For your own copy, click here.
The Olympic Peninsula is an extraordinary extreme in continental United States. It juts out in the far upper left-hand corner, surrounded on three sides by ocean and inlets and featuring a jagged mountain range in its center. Much of it is lush and tangled, and there is relatively little human habitation.
It could be a land of the gods, as its very name suggests. Or as the Native Americans, with their stories still intact, will relate. Forget Zeus and Hera, then – this is a panoply arising from American roots and its westward focus.
Come along into the rainforest and then camp just in from the beach. As I did, collecting these poems.
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More than zoology prompts these poems. The human imagination runs wild across the range. Up the mountain. Into the sky. Down in the sea. Under the earth.
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It’s all in our nature, too.
Humankind’s attraction to other animals – the baby ones, especially – is universal. What is it in our love of pets, for instance, that so opens us to our own existence?
What I see is a recognition of our animal nature and a desire to snuggle in amid our fellow critters rather than hover above them. Well, most of them – there are those we fear or detest. Even so …
As the German grandmother loves to quote, God has a big zoo.
And that includes us.
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