green kingdom haiku

kingBeech Mountain, Acadia.  Our family jots down short phrases on tiny yellow slips of paper high up on Beech Mountain. At the urging of our naturalist guide, Ranger Todd, we are trying to translate our personal experiences of the Maine woods into poetry. He has aptly named his two-hour guided walk through the lush mountain woods, Green Kingdom. If only our words could do this place justice.

  • The mountain air so fresh and mellow
  • With trees of green and lichen, yellow
  • Up here alone I am at home
  • In a place called Acadia
  • Cool granite lintel
  • At the door of Maine’s deep wood
  • Beech mountain stood
  • Transcendent peace

 

 

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