When I was young, in grade school and junior high,
I would visit relatives at “The Range”
as they called their group of cabins
at Camp Nebagamon in Northern Wisconsin
where the married counselors lived.
I remember many things about those visits, but as a child,
felt the trees would talk to us
and remember that when the wind blows
in DownEast Maine where I live now.
back on the range
remember the sound
fortelling a thunder storm
forests sang a different tune
mama bear near by
so much to do
daily visits seeking food
sent of wild flowers
A friend had a big tree outside her window
where she looked out on the huge lawn to the river.
Mama bear, and some times cubs would come
sit in the tree and see could see them
up close and personal.
The tree was destroyed in a winter blizzard and actually crashed onto the roof … luckily a two story old farm house and the lady didn’t get hurt.
The damage to the house didn’t other her as much as missing seeing the Mama bear and cubs
inspiiration: bear cub sculpture by Adam Blankenship
photo: (c) 2016 original watercolor by
dancing to the radio
sang along one beat late
could eat just one chip
red red lipstick and nails
string of pearls with leather skirt
TPOS: mother remembered
photo: 1964 my mother at the reception
of my first wedding.
I was wearing her pearls.
balmy and warm
skiers look for snow
Downeast Maine is having a very
different winter than last year.
Dandelions still blooming and
other plants also confused by
the warmish weather.
TPOS winter solstice
Photo: (c) 2015 by Sherpa