Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
by Henry David Thoreau
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he
hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however
measured or far away." - Henry Thoreau (1817-1862)
To avoid losing trees to drowning where occasional flooding occurs, plant alder, green ash, river birch, gray birch, bald cypress, silver maple, swamp oak, white poplar, and willow.
