Leave No Trace?A Poem by kris reedAgainst "Leave No Trace" Liturgy (Aug. 2012)Leave
only footprints? Take
only pictures?
Leave
my weathered bones Baking
in the sun.
Leave
my flesh to vultures The
blood to rivers run.
Leave
my fire's ashes To
grow new cottonwoods.
Leave
my clothing rotting At
the base of a berry bush.
Leave
my tears and sorrows To
the spirits of the wind.
Leave
my joy and laughter Echoing
in canyons.
Leave
my dreams and visions Growing
in the trees.
Leave
those that I love In
the flesh that I eat.
But
take?
Take
the earth into my soul The
streams into my ears.
Take
the pinecones into my shelter Their
guidance through winter
Take
the deer and elk Fur
and flesh to fashion life.
Take
the roots and berries Fruit
and fiber of delight.
Take
the songs of sparrows The
friendship of ravens.
Take
away the fear of living Leave
the culture of destruction. © 2013 kris reedFeatured Review
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Added on September 11, 2013Last Updated on October 8, 2013 Tags: leave no trace, camping, nature, connection Author
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