|He certainly posed for us, though with zoom this was probably taken 20 feet away from him|
|The base of one of the big poplar trees|
|I couldn't figure out what this white flower was, perhaps a version of milkweed?|
|Looking up hill at the root of one of the trees, it showed that some animal had been burrowing under there|
|Finally arrived at the junction of lower loop and upper loop trails|
|The remains of Hemlocks stand beside the marker|
poem by Joyce Kilmer
In high school I learned a lot of the methods of writing poetry from the study of this poem in English class. It was awful to have to talk about a "mouth prest against the earth's sweet flowing breast." We were teenagers, after all. And then later he talks about a bosom. Oh my, the young man who wrote this poem didn't hold back those metaphors!