No matter how many walls we build fences we stretch across this landscape – No matter how many names we speak against the others to make them different, wrong – Each of us was born from the soil of this land to breathe the same air, drink the same water – We share one sky – our lingering looks at changing clouds and the pattern they cast on the hills we call home – And in the folds of these valleys, the woods, fields, hedgerows, daily conversation of wren, robin and blackbird is broadcast to … Continue reading