Wind in the Pine

 WIND IN the PINE  by Lew Sarett  (1888-1954)
                   (One of my favourite writers....)

 Oh, I can hear you, God, above the cry of tossing trees....

                        Rolling your windy tides across the sky,

                            And splashing your silver seas over the pine

                          To the water line of the Moon...

 Oh, I can hear you, God, above the wail of the lonely loon...

 When the pine tops pitch and nod

                                 Chanting your melodies

 of ghostly waterfalls and avalanches, swashing your wind among the branches

 To make them pure and white....

                        Wash over me, God, with your piney breeze,

                    And your moon's wet silver pool

           Wash over me , God, with your wind and night

            And leave me clean and cool..............

 (A few interesting things about Poet, and lecturer, Lew Sarett:  He lived with the Chippewa  in Lake Superior region, was adopted by them and was renamed "Lone Caribou". He was also a ranger, as well as  horticulturist and discovered six new  award winning dahlias. He wrote  poetry including Many Many Moons (1920); The Box of God (1922); Slow Smoke (1925); Wings Against the Moon (1931); and The Collected Poems of Lew Sarett (1941), which included an introduction by poet Carl Sandburg, Sarett's friend of many years. Lew Sarett was an all round beautiful writer.

 Photographs 2017   ( Poem from "1000 Beautiful Things"  collection, 1948 Peoples Book Club, Chicago)