Best Muir Poems

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...

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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...

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Haunt
Lucy
Captain Gregg
Love beyond death
Ghost

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Edwin Muir 'THE HORSES'


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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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