Nature Poems

Nature Poems?

Well, what are we to make of this sub-section?

I don't think I ever sat down to write a 'nature poem' and yet much of my work is heavily influenced by the outdoors and I've taken liberties with the genre.

• A Week of Rain
  An endless battering against my 5th floor Prague window.
• Big Boats
  Holding the wheel of a sailboat, or the reins of a thoroughbred horse, are much the same sensation.
• Forgotten Coast
  Which of us wouldn't like to paddle a forgotten coast?
• Getting Out
  The nuts and bolts of breaking a late-season elk camp.
• The Least of Reasons
  Why do we hunters hunt and what are the connections?
• Obligation in the Grass
  We all have 'obligaions in the grass' and the lucky among us honor the appointment.
• Scarlett O'Hara
  Even this lovliest of cities has its bad-air days.
• Staying North
  There are winter people and beach creatures. I am a man who must have snowy winters to survive. Lead me not into Sun City.
• Whispers in the Trees
  I have hunted and walked in wilderness and heard my predecessor's moccasined foot upon the path.
• Wintering
  Even a winter-person has dreams of Madagascar.
• You Haven't Hunted Ducks
  Well, maybe you have . . . how would I know? But there's magic in it and if you've known flights at dawn and dusk, you're luckier than most.