Many tales ago I wrote about the Adirindack Mountains, Up State New York. A place that is very dear to me and a place where I took shelter when I was a lost and confused teenager, a long way from my home in Wales. As a storm raged around my life, I took refuge in the mountains amongst the wildlife, rivers and lakes. That storm has long since left me but a chance meeting with an old friend made me think about those mountains once again. I sought out the tale and here it is once more.....
There is a place in my heart that will always be forever wild, just like the Adirondack Mountains, Up State New York. This is where I lived for a short time, many, many summers ago.
This 6 million acre wilderness with its 3,000 lakes and 30,000 miles of streams and rivers has made a footprint in my heart to last my lifetime. Perhaps it is the way in which it rebels against all attempts to train it that appeals to me. I certainly feel one with nature when I am there, despite knowing that these spectacular mountains are home to the black bear.
They roam through the forests, hunting for berries and nuts. These big black eating machines prowl around the lakes, rivers and streams, searching for small mammals and the white–tailed deer fawn.
Ursus americanus, as they are otherwise known, symbolize how wild this wilderness is. Let it remain forever wild.
A Poem to the Adirondacks
“The Poet of the Dusk”
Adirondacks, hills and valleys,
Are you listening?
Your splendor awes my spirit.
You grapple with the skies and the stars
My love lives in the shadow of your rocks.
Moving with soft winds by day
Attending to the whispers of my soul.
Your crown creeps into my dreaming soul.
Your crown reflects my love,
As I pass in waking dream through your forests
Of towering trees with murmuring tongues,
I salute your splendor,
And glorify the Maker,
Who bids me peace.
I stand dumb before you,
And speak to your soul in beautiful silence,
While the leaves play the music
To the clouds, mountains, hills, and valleys.
My love lives in your majesty
On the boughs of your spruces,
In every breeze across your face,
Through the ever greenness of your cloak,
Into the brightness of your winter blanket.
Beyond my tears, I rejoice
You are a refuge for my heart.
Adirondacks, are you listening