I do a lot of hiking and woods walking in Indiana and Michigan. Sometimes I’m looking up at the sky, fascinated by how vast it is and colorful. Most of the time I’m looking in places most don’t think about as they pass by. Those small crevices under roots and decaying logs. At a hole…
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The Beaver
With a slap of the water, ripples shimmer in the moonlight. “Go away, beaver, this is our river,” shouts he. The beaver calmly floats to the shoreline and takes a seat in the grass next to the two fellows sitting dazed by the river. “It’s not your river, nor is it mine,” the beaver says….
Dreary Day
Gray clouds hovering Cold damp trees Wind stirs Nothing moves in the shadows Half froze ponds sit idol Calm Rage within the vessel Crunchy field’s of decay Looming memory Wet logs Nowhere to be still Embrace The suck Among us.
Last Day of Squirrel Season
So there I go, Off to the woods, on a sunny day in the snow. It’s the last day of squirrel season. Dad was supposed to go, We have a competition every year, to see which one will shoot the most. Last year I won. This year he’s one ahead. I’d like to shoot five,…
The Creek Behind the School
I grew up in Claypool Indiana, a small farm town covered on all sides by cornfields and small patches of woods. It was a typical small town. The kind of place where everybody knew everybody. There was a good amount of kids in town my age and we always had something to do. Most of…
Cranial Poo Prayer
Rain pattered on the broken ceiling drawing Autumn forth like a tidal wave. Dirty dishes shine in the glory of the morning as a mountain rises on the bedroom floor. I have the time, but waste it I do. Eyes flick and flutter through exhausted ripples of something better off in the distance, but I’m…
Camping at Bowman Lake, MI
I headed North to Greenville, MI from my tin can home here in Indiana. First stop was to pick up Will. When I arrived we had our usual palavar in the garage. After loading up the car with his gear we took off North once again to Bowman Lake near Baldwin, MI. We found this…
Acorn
I lay beneath the great oak that sits with many, Disregarded by the fading footsteps that ripen with drifting time, Resting on a bed of the fallen, Sensing my surroundings, But never with understanding, A chatter heard in darkness! A sniff, Calmness, Clenched in the grasp of hunger, Rising again, To fall anew.
I saw a Squrriel Fall from a Tree Once!!
I left the house around 2:30 in the afternoon. The sun was shining bright, but the wind was blowing steadily. I had hoped the squirrels wouldn’t be scurrying around on the ground if they were moving at all. The foliage was in that slow Fall transformation, but still pretty thick and hard to see small…
A Night in the Woods
I let the depths of the earth swallow me like a fish in a pond, Watching with intense eyes, As the ripples withered into dark tranquility, It took me like a moth to light, I vigorously danced with ferns and scavenged with raccoons, I swam with fish and ran with deer, I lead a troop…
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