Aldo and Tucker March 2021
When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect. Aldo Leopold
All who joy would win Must share it — Happiness was born a twin. George Gordon Byron
A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love: The folk who are buying and selling, The clouds on their journey above, The cold wet winds ever blowing, And the shadowy hazel grove Where mouse-grey waters are flowing, Threaten the head that I love. William Butler Yeats
There was something new to me in the wolf’s eyes, something known only to her and the mountain ... ‘In wildness is the salvation of the world.’ Aldo Leopold
Thou many-colour’d, many-voiced vale, Over whose pines, and crags, and caverns sail Fast cloud-shadows and sunbeams: awful scene, Where Power in likeness of the Arve comes down From the ice-gulfs that gird his secret throne, Bursting through these dark mountains like the flame Of lightning through the tempest;— Thy caverns echoing to the Arve’s commotion, A loud, lone sound no other sound can tame; Thou art pervaded with that ceaseless motion, Thou art the path of that unresting sound— Percy Bysshe Shelley
A March morning is only as drab as he who walks in it without a glance skyward, ear cocked for geese. Aldo Leopold
Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? . . . For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all dishevelled wandering stars.
William Butler Yeats
For nature then ... to me was all in all The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love. William Wordsworth
Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie — Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear. Rudyard Kipling
With a leap and a heart elate I go At the end of an hour’s expectancy To take a walk of a mile or so With the folk I let live here with me. Along the path, amid the grass I sniff, and find out rarest smells For rolling over as I pass The open fields towards the dells. Thomas Hardy
Do you look for me at times, Wistful ones? Do you look for me at times Strained and still? Do you look for me at times, When the hour for walking chimes, On that grassy path that climbs Up the hill? Thomas Hardy
Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream. Wallace Stevens
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