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The Word According to Wendell Berry*

Rain and Fog


The hill pasture, an open place among the trees,
tilts into the valley. The clovers and tall grasses
are in bloom. Along the foot of the hill
dark floodwater moves down the river.
The sun sets. Ahead of nightfall the birds sing.
I have climbed up to water the horses
and now sit and rest, high on the hillside,
letting the day gather and pass. Below me
cattle graze out across the wide fields of the bottomlands,
slow and preoccupied as stars. In this world
men are making plans, wearing themselves out,
spending their lives, in order to kill each other.


Wendell Berry :: Farming: A Handbook

*I didn't coin this phrase, but I found it so fitting.  He always has wisdom at just the right time.

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( 2 trees — Plant a Forest )
(Anonymous)
Jul. 13th, 2016 12:21 pm (UTC)
Beautiful photo, and beautiful descriptive passage - I particularly like the bit about the cattle grazing, "slow and preoccupied as stars." - Stacey
impossibleway
Jul. 14th, 2016 10:46 am (UTC)
I liked that part, too. A wonderful image.
( 2 trees — Plant a Forest )

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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