Reclaimed

by John Grey Firs and hemlocks reclaim this land for forest.  An old rusted train track doesn’t deter them.  The last echo of a whistle died eighty years ago.  Same with the buzzing of the saws.    Logged out, replanted, throw in a few  alders, cedars, many years worth of rain,   and the woods rejuvenate in dampened… Continue reading Reclaimed