by Wendell Berry

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This was my first foray into Wendell Berry's vast catalog.  A meditator on the natural and spiritual, Berry writes with an intimacy that goes beyond simple musings about the color of leaves or a distant God.  These poems have a rich, living feel that can only come from someone who has spent a lot of time in honest contemplation and physical experience.  After 20 pages, I found myself pining for a (surely romanticized) small farmstead bordered by an old forest hiding streams and surrounding hills, envisioning myself in a rocking chair on the front porch, coffee in my calloused, worn hands.    A complete rural fantasy, but an appreciated one even if it only challenges me to think about my natural environments and small yet important place in a big Creation.  I'm looking forward to reading more of Berry and everything it offers.

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