Friday, January 23, 2026

Poetry Friday - Finding What's Needed

               It's Poetry Friday, and Tabatha Yeatts-Lonske is hosting HERE on her website,  The Opposite of Indifference  

            Thanks for hosting, Tabatha, hoping you aren't snowed in, yet! 


         I've been reading some short pieces by John Muir recently, and then a few days ago, I was looking through some of the poetry books I own to see if I could give up any of then to the bookstore where I work. Then, I came to a book titled Home, A Journey Through America, illustrated by Thomas Locker, edited by him and Candace Christiansen. It was published in 2000, and has a special introduction by Locker, who shares that his idea of home can be so many things, "For everyone, the place we call home becomes a part of our lives." My colleagues gifted me this book when I moved into Denver back in 2012, with very mixed emotions. The poems range from poets still writing like Jane Yolen, across our history to those well known in the past, like Abraham Lincoln, Willa Cather, Joseph Bruchac, and the poet I chose to share today, John Muir. And Thomas Locker illustrated each poem.


   I'm connecting to what I shared last week, a poem finding solace in the imagination when outside in nature, when many of you shared how much peace and joy came when you went outside! See what Muir wrote! Note: some online says this is not a true poem, but well-known lines by Muir. Still, Locker presents it as a poem. See what you think! 

        Hope you are doing okay if impacted by the storm coming across the US! I'll be watching the news. It was 11 degrees when I rose this morning with a light dusting of snow. We are not supposed to have any more, just cold! 


                   Climb the Mountains

                                        John Muir

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. 

Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. 

The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, 

while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.







8 comments:

  1. Linda, it certainly felt like a poem, even a prayer, to me. Thank you for these reminders to get into nature. Love the "winds will blow their own freshness into you"!!!

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  2. Hi Linda B! What matters is the meaning, which. Muir gives us beautifully. I always enjoy being reminded of your volunteer goodness at that shop of books previously loved, books waiting for new homes to embrace them.
    His & your idea of being out in Nature is telling me to get off the screen, switch into walking shoes & GO!
    Appreciations from your fan, JAN

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  3. I like the idea of cares dropping away like the leaves of autumn! Thanks for this peaceful, reassuring found poem, Linda.

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  4. Thanks, Mona, Jan, & Tabatha. It's been a day messing with plumbing again, though this time helping my neighbor's because it affects some of my life, too, like parking spot, etc. In between, am "warming up" with poems from everyone, a best thing for this Friday.

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  5. What a beautiful poem! Not snowed in yet, but about to be.

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    1. Thanks, Marcie, hope all goes well for you & the family!

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  6. Lovely poem, especially to end the day with and the art is gorgeous, thanks for sharing it Linda! Hope you weather through this cold spell and the storm tempers down while passing on its energy.

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    1. Thanks, Michelle, we really are just having it very cold & a bit of snow. Hope you make it through your snow & cold, too.

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