Wood Boggy Mind
….a bog in the wild,
two views of seeing book-marks,
wood-lands make stories….
Extra added wood morsels to chew upon….
Stories Taken From A WoodHermit of The North Country
—-excerpts from the story—-
….the highest form of praise man can ever utter,
is to step out of one’s own box forsaking clutter,
and receive the silence of healing away from time,
what one takes is a forgery and all one gives becomes art….
….out here the woods become no-respecter of person,
and the woodsman becomes poet, seer and hunter,
in tune with nature so that what one is—is one with all,
if i fade away out here i am better off for leaving no-trace….
....and in the end i am but a verse of words,
penned upon the wind that stretches beyond time,
my history passes away but my spirit abides,
self sufficiency is reduced to a state of ‘just is’….
’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/