This is my favorite Christmas Poem. It was written by Wendell Berry. They were into the lambing, up late. Talking and smoking around their lantern, […] Read More
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Between painting a roof yesterday and the hay harvest tomorrow, a holiday in the woods under the grooved trunks and branches, the roof of leaves […] Read More
Rising alone Like the day I was born Again the wilderness Witnesses an original Joy my calling And moldy leaves Beneath returning life Liquid rolls down […] Read More