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?