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And so it Begins
Robbie Robin thinks of spring,
And the bounty it can bring,
In the lower elevation,
Life was like a long vacation.
Summer berries in the hills,
How delicious were these frills,
In the forests by the streams,
Food enough to fill his dreams.
Ah, but what’s that ridge of white?
Yes, it is a pretty sight,
But it means the days are chill,
And he must come off the hill.
Food is scarce, the bugs are gone,
Must be time for moving on,
Back to lower, warmer climes,
And a few more happy times.
See my friends around my table,
Eating much as we are able,
Mountain ash is loaded full,
Grab the berries and just pull.
Oh, my heavens, see the snow,
I knew I was right to go,
One more feast on berries here,
Then I’ll say, “Goodbye, my dear.”
Planning Ahead
Remember us?
We’re all grown up now and we’ve learned all about getting ready for winter.
The hazelnuts are falling off the trees and it’s important to get as many as possible and hide them away for the winter.
But Anneli has raked up a whole bunch of the leaves and the first hazelnuts that fell because they’re mostly the bad ones. She’s put them in this wheelbarrow. But maybe she accidentally raked up some good ones. Better check out the wheelbarrow.
What do you think? Is it worth rummaging through all that debris in case there’s a good nut in there? Oh! Wait! I think I see a good one on the ground over there.
Ahhhhh, yes! This is more like it!
Nice of Anneli to share the hazelnuts, don’t you think? We’re not greedy. We’ve left her a handful.
The Fate of Trees
Montana is proud of its cottonwood trees,
So tough when the weather is bold,
Steady, prevailing, along comes the breeze,
It brings northern winds and the cold.
The trunks with their lumpy bark, stem the wild winds,
The texture adds warmth to the trees,
Though winter has threatened, the sun soon rescinds
The sentence the north wind decrees.
A lonely fatality, victim of spray,
Was covered with poison by chance,
Its skeleton stands, to remind us, each day,
Its beauty was all in our hands.
The dam in its cruelty drowned every tree,
The water rose into their crown,
Decay and slow death in the newly made sea,
Leave once noble sticks breaking down.
The nuthatch is happy to drill a new nest,
Admiring a tree with such soul,
She praises the tree and says, “You are the best,
Not just a utility pole.”
As evening approaches, the cottonwoods sigh,
And whisper with shivery leaves,
The autumn is golden, but soon by and by,
They’ll run out of short-term reprieves.
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