Black Spruce Poems - Poems about Black Spruce

...An early breath of air fresh by the cusp of a rising sun up in the sky a gold coin shines bright, tinged in ruby red All of life is good when it is understood by the pilgrim who loves the pul......

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...On one of the myriad bays along the Maine coast. Keep the holocaust at bay I said to Dave because you’ll spend all day gathering 2,000 calories and still be miserable hungry. An undiminished pop......

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...My descent was gradual, sedge meadows with wondrous pink orchid variations visited by never identified damselflies, my head starting to swim; erasing time, giving way to a dark canopied wetland of bl......

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...PEACE Bergs dot the ocean, even in June, and Thick fogs clothe the Labrador shore early each morning. The sea ice rocks slowly in the harbor from wind and sun. As I roast my fish on the warm......

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...T'was a warm summer's day, when I took to the trail, to cruise that old black spruce, way down in the swale. A gallon of bug dope was strapped on my hip, which I figured would last me for most o......

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