Burns Night, a Dirge

On this day before the coming Burns Night where we celebrate the Bard in virtual lockdown I invite you to pull up a chair, pour a tall drink of something potent, and enjoy a few poems from the master of Scottish vernacular. This evening, I strongly recommend you find a copy of Tam O'Shanter and … Continue reading Burns Night, a Dirge

Why Woodcraft?

For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are withered before their prime By the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the … Continue reading Why Woodcraft?

I sit beside the fire and think, by J.R.R. Tolkien


Denney Home Place

It’s only the beginning of August, but there is a chill in the air in the mornings that awakens the wistful thoughts of fall, and this little song, sung by old Bilbo comes to mind.  It’s not just the fall of the year, but the fall of life that beckons.

beside the fire

I sit beside the fire and think

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside…

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Ode to Oregon – Garrison Keillor

Ode to Oregon Our people aimed for Oregon When they left Newburyport-- Great-grandma Ruth, her husband John, But they pulled up in Wobegon, Two thousand miles short. It wasn't only the dangers ahead That stopped the pioneer. My great-grandmother simply said, "It's been three weeks without a bed. I'm tired. Let's stay here." He put … Continue reading Ode to Oregon – Garrison Keillor