Apologies to the Writer of "Clouds"’
I’ve looked at squirrels
from both sides now
From ears to tail
and still somehow,
It’s their bad habits I don’t like,
I do wish they would take a hike!
Reciprocity
I pressed my ear upon the Earth and heard,
The murmur of its softly throbbing heart,
When by and by I knew it for my own,
And by and by my own the Earth’s in turn.
—George Wons
The longer I live the more my mind dwells upon the beauty and wonder of the world. . . I have loved the feel of the grass under my feet, and the sound of the running streams by my side. The hum of the wind in the treetops has always been good music to me, and the face of the fields has often comforted me more than the faces of men. I am in love with this world. . . I have tilled its soil, I have gathered its harvest, I have waited upon its seasons, and always have I reaped what I have sown. I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting if its frosts, the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.
—John Burroughs
The woods hold not such another gem as the nest of the hummingbird.
—John Burroughs
Every farm woodland, in addition to yielding lumber, fuel and posts, should provide its owner a liberal education. This crop of wisdom never fails, but it is not always harvested.
—Aldo Leopold, in A Sand County Almanac
I’ve looked at squirrels
from both sides now
From ears to tail
and still somehow,
It’s their bad habits I don’t like,
I do wish they would take a hike!
Reciprocity
I pressed my ear upon the Earth and heard,
The murmur of its softly throbbing heart,
When by and by I knew it for my own,
And by and by my own the Earth’s in turn.
—George Wons
The longer I live the more my mind dwells upon the beauty and wonder of the world. . . I have loved the feel of the grass under my feet, and the sound of the running streams by my side. The hum of the wind in the treetops has always been good music to me, and the face of the fields has often comforted me more than the faces of men. I am in love with this world. . . I have tilled its soil, I have gathered its harvest, I have waited upon its seasons, and always have I reaped what I have sown. I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting if its frosts, the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.
—John Burroughs
The woods hold not such another gem as the nest of the hummingbird.
—John Burroughs
Every farm woodland, in addition to yielding lumber, fuel and posts, should provide its owner a liberal education. This crop of wisdom never fails, but it is not always harvested.
—Aldo Leopold, in A Sand County Almanac
