The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds -- how many human aspirations are realized in their free, holiday-lives -- and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song! ~John Burroughs, Birds and Poets, 1887
The silence of nature is very real. It surrounds you . . . you can feel it. ~ Ted Trueblood
"Rocky Mountain high I soar above all of you I fly alone No fear ..................... I carry my wisdom on my heart Pride on the wings I lug fearless spirit within me I can go through the storm unceasing wind against me Fly across the sky, I conquer my destiny Aim for the beautiful blue sky Staring straight into the shinning sun A space where love, grace and empathy are exist" ~MH
