Poetry

From time to time, we begin class with a poem (this is not helping my "i'm not in hippy school" argument). Regardless, here is one we read this morning that i wanted to share, as well as a photo from this past weekend in the Cascades. Enjoy:

For the Children : Gary Sneider

The rising hills, the slopes,

of statistics

lie before us.

of everything, going up,

up, as we all

go down.

In the next century

or the one beyond that,

they say,

are valleys, pastures,

we can meet there in peace

if we make it.

To climb these coming crests

one word to you, to

you and your children:

stay together

learn the flowers

go light

Rock Cairn marking the summit of Liberty Bell