Memory By W.S. Merwin
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?