Barrens Art

This is the beginning of a collection of art (poetry, paintings and photography so far -- anyone want to write a novel about life in the Barrens?).  This will become a series of pages and is evolving so will change over time. 

To start this effort here is a poem: 

Just Under Foot
           by
Mark Nupen

 Barrens, this place?
What is this, Place?
It’s big!
This place is different.
Hush, turn off your noise in this
place, so the quiet sounds are loud
at this place.
The night sky is big in this place.
Perhaps a wolf howl is heard in
this dark place. The sharp-tail
dance at dawn in this place. Such
noise and energy then make at this
place.
Mmmmm. The fragrance of the
sweet fern is here. Look, a hawk,
soaring along the slopes. Look
down and there is more in this
space.
Born of fire here and it renews
this place. There is human history
here, both bountiful and tragic in
this place. Some history remains,
but the rest only in stories.
Such color changes between winter
to winter are here. Start with
the spring lavender pasque flower
and finish with the pink northern
blazing star in fall. Don’t miss the
wood lily in July! And did I mention
the butterflies in this place?