Muir Poems - Poems about Muir

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Labels that lead to hate…will only pain impart… they will never bring us together…only push us further and further apart. When we are consumed by the labels we place on one another it becomes more difficult…more bizarre to see each other clearly…to understand who we truly are. When all we see is a person’s color, race, sex,...

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The Muir As a child living on a farm during the war had a pond on peatland, the pond’s water was fenny and dark. Slow swimming trout that tasted of mud Swam, near the surface of the pond. My friend and I built a boat with sails, It sunk, I clung to the mast, Peter swam didn’t make it, screamed before...

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The Ballad of John Muir Woods I squint at the splendid morning sun golden filtered bright rays conveyed. Speaking they say, sit, little one rest a spell in our noble shade. I squint at this forest of titans sitting, I wait for more whisperings. They weigh my thoughts across the breeze you are part of our air, they sing. Youth returns in...

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“Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.” John Muir MUIR MUSINGS filling in the crags, my mind like a maelstrom, soaking up the thunderclouds and waves. 10/31/2019...

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Tom Waits sang, And I hope I don't fall in love with you. But I did, fall in love with the land. I fell in love with Warren Zevon and the idea of telling something about who I would like to become, even if I may never, it never did matter all the same to me. "The road is...

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From pine-scented forests, past boulders and streams, To clear lakes encircled by murals and dreams Where bright clouds emblazon a warm azure sky, A trail through the mountains is one I must try. When bluebells stop blooming and nighttime grows cold, The breeze makes the aspen trees shimmer with gold. The chirp of the pika is scarce to be heard; The eerie...

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THE GHOST AND MRS. MUIR The lighthouse beacon where a captain lives alongside the sea he loves. The ghost thrives — With relish he scares, The ugly not fair, Falls madly in love when widow arrives. With gruff bearded spirit by candlelight, Mrs. Muir taps on type paper to write Of his time at sea. He sells it all free. The editor is awed...

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It was not a decision taken lightly When we found that our free servitude Unrequited was by our chosen masters With their metal monsters they had fallen in love Growling,roaring and spitting fumes Our nostrils filling with the smell of burnt sugar Until that became an acrid stench Drowning all the sweet sounds and scents of nature In the raw Our fields they usurped While...

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The Muir There was a small lake near the farm I lived at for some years in my childhood. The lake was on peat land, and it water was fenny and dark. The lake also had slow swimming trout, that tasted of mud when eaten and where left to swim placidly around near the surface...

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People bat these words around - Majesty and grace; Yet it's hard to find them both Embodied in one place. I've gazed on snow-capped mountains, Seen that Canyon, truly Grand; And loved Sedona and the red rocks Of that native land. But when I saw the redwoods Jutting straight into the sky, No words could paint that picture So I will not even try. I will...

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Haunt Lucy Captain Gregg Love beyond death Ghost ...

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I'm not like you John Muir: I haven't fell into the deepest well; I haven't swam through a solid stream; And I haven't felt a gushing geyser's steam-- I've only been forever locked in this cell. I'm not like you John Muir: I've never slept under the stars; I've never had grizzly meat for a snack; And I've never ridden on horseback-- I've only...

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