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November

Blueberry Leaves

Golden light is turning gray,
mists begin to rule the day.
Bare the trees their branches lift,
clouds of dead leaves earthward drift.
Deep below, deep below, new life will spring!

Thru the field the farmer goes,
seeds of ripen'd corn she sows,
trusts the earth will hold it warm,
shelter it from cold and harm.
Deep below, deep below, new life will spring!

For she knows that warmth and light
live there hidden from our sight,
and beneath a shelt'ring wing,
deep below new life will spring.
Deep below, deep below, new life will spring!


~Enki Grade One
You can here it sung here.

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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