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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Mac Con Ulaidh who wrote (1111)	10/16/2004 9:28:58 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

Here's one of mine from WAAAAYYYY back. I was just a youngster then, trapping for marten, weasel and bobcats up in the high country. Gives you lots of time to think about what you're seeing. Hey, that was 1960. Forgive the verse. I was sixteen. (My snowshoes came from LL Bean. Back then it was the corniest catalog store in history, but had the best stuff. Now it's a yuppie store. Snowshoes Strange Ruggedly geometric Spirals and hexagons Of rawhide Stretched 'twixt Compund curves of ash Snowflakes Soft Lacey webs geometric Clusters of hexagons Crystal ice Crushed beneath My rawhide shoes of ash

To: Mac Con Ulaidh who wrote (1111)	10/16/2004 10:01:36 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1582

Dang it! You got me rolling back so far I even dug up my old notebooks: NURSERYMAN There is a source in the order In the beds where the stars are born Where the Maker of All does His labor From this womb all His children are torn And I think that He feels a gladness When He sends out His children to shine He says to the arms that are outreached "When I give them to you, they're still mine." Long ago with His hand on my shoulder He said, “Stu come along here with me. "I'll show you my secrets in millions. "And here is the first --it's a tree." So I followed that very first secret And I pondered and scratched; and I fought Now I turn and I look out that window And I see what my lifeblood has bought I found my place in the order All these millions of trees here are mine I'll send them away packed in boxes With a prayer in my heart: "Let them shine." For Stuart Slayton, Nurseryman at the Wind River Nursery, Carson, Washington. Stu made the nursery into something to be proud of. Every year I took my people there to inspect our seedlings in their beds. For us, it was a real treat. Stu was one of the worst smokers that I ever knew, and the last time I saw him I didn’t even recognize him. His head was bald but his eyes still shown. He told us not to feel bad about it. Then he died a few months later.