Green Tribe of Belonging

 Someone once told me that you should post on a blog at least once a week. Woops. I've been tardy now for the past month. Actually, I'm doing research on the difference between native plants and introduced or altered plants, and the effect they have on our world. I WILL write about this soon. In the meantime, someone in my poetry group dug up a poem I wrote years ago, when I still was living on the farm. And I found another one from that time period that speaks about my wish for rain just now. So I'm sharing both of them below. And soon there should be some words about native plants. Earth Song Eagles drifting o’er the hillside Waves of grasses blowing free Birdsong wakes the dozing fox kits Green as far as eyes can see. Ancient roots stretch deeply under Tips of branches touch the skies Wisdom lives within this hardwood Ancient knowing softly sighs. Underground the earth is moving Tunnels lengthen, species thrive Teeming realms of tiny creatures Building blocks so we survi

  Delving for Treasure The elusive mystery of detective stories pulls us in. We sharpen our observations. We ask questions, notice paths to action. We look for the culprit amid the facts and discover the source of a crime. Ah-ha! Other mysteries are less sinister, uncovering the forgotten. They capture our imaginations, beckon us below the surface where we see the beginnings, the roots of things, the origins. Illuminating! The very first plants, the first creatures, first people. Do they matter to us now? We have come so far beyond our origins, leaving our primitive past behind in favor of the new, the advanced. We love progress.. Yet buried deep in those early life forms we find qualities of resilience, of interconnectedness, a strong life force hidden in the things we have discarded. Is it too late to reclaim them? It's our choice. NF 6/14/22