Lessons from the land, and what I’m learning
Six acres
of hardwoods,
cedars,
meadows,
wildflowers
thorns, thistles, briars and noxious weeds,
fields,
and a creek.
Ours,
yet not.
We are the stewards
of this land,
long ago nurtured by
and nurturing
indigenous peoples.
It is now our turn
to learn
and grow
with,
on,
and from;
to listen,
hear,
and respond,
so nature gets what she needs
as we give,
and receive in return.
[My wife wrote this piece about my efforts on the land, lessons from the land, and how we should treat nature: ]
Georgia pines may look /
Sunshine hammock sleep/
Every evening,
.