Wide open spaces full of empty places, where the vagabond traipses over mountain and stream—these poems and prose capture the wild’s pulse. Born from a northwestern USA river’s edge, under pine shadows, I watched eagles soar and fish glide, their dance sparking verse. “The Eagles” hunts in 14-syllable lines; “Fishes Are Eagles” dreams in 8-syllable flows. From river rapids to starlit skies, this folder holds nature’s whispers—eagle cries, fish flickers, otter splashes. Hear the wilderness call through each piece. What echoes do you find in the wild? Share your nature’s song!
—Noisy Wren
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