Memory

Memory

Climbing through a dark shower

I came to the edge of the mountain

I was a child

and everything was there

the flight of eagles the passage of warriors

watching the valley far below

the wind on the cliff the cold rain blowing upward

from the rock face

everything around me had burned

and I was coming back

walking on charcoal among the low green bushes

wet to the skin and wide awake

(c) W.S. Merwin

 

What’s your most vivid childhood memory of nature? Write a poem or prose piece, beginning with the words: “I was a child…”
When in nature have you felt wide awake?
In what landscapes do you feel most alive?

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