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Notes from the Waxhaws

A new world

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Middle of June…this past week a string of beautiful, warm days…and cool nights. It was a good morning to sit out on the porch with Belle…cup of coffee in hand…just enjoying the beginning of the day. There was sweet birdsong coming from just within the woods…a song I’ve not heard here before. Mellifluous flute-like tones, with trills in between. We were being graced with the presence of a Wood Thrush…singing in the morning. Thoreau said of this bird…

“Whenever a man hears it he is young, and Nature is in her spring; wherever he hears it, it is a new world and a free country, and the gates of heaven are not shut against him.”

~ Henry David Thoreau

Written by Jim

June 17, 2012 at 4:57 pm

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  1. Just back from a few days in Hillsborough, NC, where I wandered through trails and on something you might enjoy called “The Poet’s Walk.” You can pick up little bits of paper and pencils from a box at the start of the trail, write along the way, and return the pencil along with, optionally, a copy of your poem. It was a bit hot but I wrote something about oaks filleting sounds of birds. “Filleting,” I thought, was pretty good.

    kismuth

    June 23, 2012 at 5:10 pm

    • A trail of poetry is an intriguing idea. Hmmm…sounds like a road trip is in the offing. Thanks Dipika!

      Jim

      June 23, 2012 at 7:01 pm


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