Posted by: Stephen Paul | September 25, 2013

Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn

Poem from the Poetry Chaikhana


For All

By Gary Snyder (1930 – )


Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn

fording a stream barefoot,

pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,

sunshine, ice in the shallows, northern rockies.

Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters

stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes

cold nose dripping

singing inside creek music, heart music,

smell of sun on gravel.

I pledge allegiance

I pledge allegiance to the soil of Turtle Island,

and to the beings who thereon dwell

one ecosystem in diversity under the sun.

With joyful interpenetration for all.


/ Photo by burtn /


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