Poetry of Place: Alaska Rainforest 2012 Group Poem

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Going home but never forgetting,

I rose in a rainforest every morning.

Thinking back to the crescendo of ecology, the harmony of nature, the syncopation of landscape, the rhythm of wilderness.

It’s beauty will forever call to me for I find I cannot live without thee.

Dig your spirit in the sand and consider that the tern can fly from here to the end of the Earth, what can’t the living do?

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By Will, Max, Sabrina, Helena, Ian, Patrick and Liz

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