He knew the North Country
before it was knowable,
when roads hid their objects
in height, water, wood.
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The poem is wonderful. I like this paragraph 'as carpets of berries made red spattered pathways, as round yellow celandines shone through the mist, ' Though these plants are unknown to me, these beautiful lines gave a real picture. I invite you to read my poen 'An Innacent Village Girl'
I LOVE this poem, so much depth and imagery. Makes me homesick, , , fantastic write! The land calls all its kin in one way or another