Old trees are like living cairns.
We can learn a lot from trees: they’re always grounded but never stop reaching heavenward.
Everett Mayor
Old trees are like living cairns.
We can learn a lot from trees: they’re always grounded but never stop reaching heavenward.
Everett Mayor
The birds are gone, The ground is white,
The winds are wild, They chill and bite;
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
And I barely feel my feet.
Winter Poems
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