Do they know?
How they frame a scene and proffer dimension to our thoughts
And modify our feelings about time and space
As they dance within the vagaries of the wind…
Twin seedlings together at birth
Together through life
What have they seen
Who was their witness
When is their time
Do they still whisper to each other
As the wind caresses their souls…
Graceful decay
The nurse sighs the deepest breath
Uplifting new life
As the circle continues
And slows time down
For those who brave her beckoning gaze…
Like my HAT?
Bigger than yours…
Eh?
Lonely sentinal
Bearing witness
Can you still feel the wind in your outstretched arms
And the bite of the ax
You might have become an athabascan longhouse
Or a war canoe
As your sisters and brothers before you
Where are you now…
Few words can describe this gnarly discovery on Tod Inlet…
Lunch?
The usual road kill
Saw some up on Main Street
Lets go before the crows get it all…
It’s over there guys
A man with a little dog
Taking our pictures
Seems to be clucking
Or something…
Dat do Dat do Dat do DAT DAT do
Dat do Dat do
MY MADRONA!
Northwest Boating Travels With Blair, Les, and Leo 
Well, now we have the beginning and the current…I’m looking forward to everything in between!
Good start
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Just cracked open an Anchor Steam and am enjoying my submersion into “Trees.” Wait! I’ve personally seen, smelled and felt some of those trees. Love the poetry. Brings back good memories.
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