Wendell Berry: poet, writer, activist, farmer, is 89 today. According to Wikipedia:
His writing is grounded in the notion that one’s work ought to be rooted in and responsive to one’s place.
Write a poem about your own environment in the spirit of Wendell Berry and share it with us.
Happy birthday, Wendell
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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