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Saturday morning readers share
[George Harrison, Damaris King]
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Neighbors
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Into the woods I go
To watch my little creek flow.
Along it winds through crevice and pine
Arrayed in bright shine.
It glistens in sunlight,
bidding my neighbors, deer with tails white
And a crow, black as night
To drink its sweet nectar.
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George Harrison
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I attend Joseph Bathanti’s weekly writer’s group [Joseph is former North Carolina poet laureate – ed.].  Our mentor and leader, Joseph prompted us to write anything about “Getting Out”. It could have been about getting out of anything or getting out to go somewhere. We have a very short time to write, so this simple and short poem is what I came up with.
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Joseph invited us to submit poems to you to celebrate Earth Day. What a joy it is to read the poems on your poetry site [for Earth Day and Earth Month].  As a fly fisherman, I was particularly drawn to Ron Rash’s poem. [Poetry and Earth – Awe]
George
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Nothing in nature is isolated. Nothing is without reference to something else. Nothing achieves meaning apart from that which neighbors it.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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In Sligo’s Woods
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Pay attention along the path,
among the trees are mysteries.
Bright clusters of ferns emerge
sheltering their rusty veins.
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Feel the texture of varied fronds,
some craggy, some silky.
In the middle of this array,
five tender petals newly shine.
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Draw in the colors. See the dead
cradled unsung in blood-dried
leaves. Note the greens, from palest
wisp to boldest hue, how
light unfurls from fiddleheads.
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Damaris King
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I wrote this poem after a walk in the woods, one of those lovely walks that calls you to slow down and look around you. There is a certain peace and awe that overcomes me when I am in nature and this poem is my attempt to share that feeling with others. Thank you for reading it and giving it your consideration.
Damaris
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You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters.
St. Bernard (1090-1153)
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And Mike, thanks as always for the apt quotations. A treasure chest!
– Bill
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