Hawksbill Crag By gravel road we rise four miles into Ozark bluff. Our truck hugs the slant of timber line thin as a pencil streak. At Hawksbill Crag, we tramp thousands of feet above shaggy pine and the thumb of Jehovah. I clutch a walking stick, while you slide to the edge of the bluff […]
The tree house he built, the smell of a grass fire’s smoke and vanilla, and camping. It’s Father’s Day in this poem about memories.
“Engaging your senses with something can alter everything you thought you understood,” says photographer and artist Kelle Sauer.
Using the image of a tree at its center, “Back” places the poet’s life in relation to part of our world. Not just any tree poem, this one creates an interplay between nature and memory and personal directions.
A walk to a small secret place becomes a chance to climb—literally and metaphorically.
Forget about typical gifts. This couple did something amazing.
What happens when one woman decides to sit with the squirrels, in a year-long experiment posed by Merkel’s book on simplicity? It all starts in the woods.
One woman, millions of trees planted. How did Wangari Maathai do it? She inspired others.