
Old Men
Old Men It was evening when I first noticed them; three old men standing over the culvert watching the spring runoff guttering through the culvert below them. Six old shoes shuffling back and forth on the gravel, looking upstream over…

Lawrence’s Cabin
A long time ago, on our road to town, there was a small cabin made of hand hewn oak logs at the edge of a tree covered hill. It overlooked a meadow just at the place where the ground got…

From an old agrarian phase
A Song for Handsome Peter This is the story of Handsome Peter No sounder soul ever toiled in these parts. With a heart as true as his face was fair He drank his days with a fearless heart. …

Thoughts on the bog at Little Rice Lake
Mush and I went out there sometimes, on the east side where the hills drop into a stand of tamaracks. It was a swamp of very old trees and many of them were floating, part of the bog that…
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