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? |