October 20th, 2011
Thursday morning poem

Look it Over

I leave behind even
my walking stick. My knife
is in my pocket, but that
I have forgot. I bring
no car, no cell phone,
no computer, no camera,
no CD player, no fax, no
TV, not even a book. I go
into the woods. I sit on
a log provided at no cost.
It is the earth I’ve come to,
the earth itself, sadly
abused by the stupidity
only humans are capable of
but, as ever, itself. Free.
A bargain! Get it while it lasts.

~Wendell Berry

Oct 20 2011
10:51 am
martine writes:

love it
thank you
martine

Oct 20 2011
11:41 am
Jane writes:

This is wonderful – thank you for sharing it.
I love Wendell Berry!
Jane

Oct 20 2011
1:08 pm
Robin Scanlon writes:

Thank you for sharing this bit of sanity from Wendell Berry. He is so wise.

Oct 20 2011
1:56 pm
folkscallmejonny writes:

It’s 3 for 2 on logs down at the woods*. NO HURRY….*No terms and conditions appy.

Oct 20 2011
5:11 pm
Lauren writes:

I love this. I will be hand-writing and doodling this poem in my next sketchbook entry. Thanks for sharing.

Oct 22 2011
10:48 am
DebC writes:

Excellent!

Oct 24 2011
9:20 am
Camila Faria writes:

So good! Love this poem. ♥

Jan 2 2012
10:35 pm
janice writes:

i think this thought as i stare up at the stars at night or view astonished the sunset – artwork gorgeous everchanging unending and FREE…

 
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