and post notes and photos about your poem like David Meade.
While hiking in the mountains above 10,000 feet, you begin to see less vegetation because of less water and colder temperatures. One tree that I observed was standing by itself but it was bent over, deformed by the constant wind that blows. I felt a calling to this tree – alive . . . not giving up . . . digging down to get water and holding on . . . I was encouraged . . . it was as if this tree was saying “don’t give up, life may be brutally hard, it may disfigure you . . . but never give up – stand up to the wind and the forces that would want to rip you up!” Though the tree was standing by itself it was not alone – small craggy bushes, smooth rocks and tuffs of grass were gathered around like a circle of friends – cheering. Take heart friends be strong and courageous and cheer for each other. Live generously.