32. One track
This poem and this song are (metaphorically) about one of the great questions:
Do we have free will? Or, are we always guided by those who went before?
And what is our influence on those who come after?
The setting is a snow-filled, bowl-shaped clearing in a quiet winter wood,
and the diction is an open imitation of Robert Frost.
To Robert Frost.
Text: Peter Bird, 2017:
Across this forest bowl of soft new snow
Iíll ski one track and then be gone
For I have just this day, and miles to go.
Perhaps the line I choose is not my own,
But set by woodland buffalo
And native hunters silent on their trail;
Or milk-cows filing to a barn. No matter.
Down I go. Tomorrow it may be
A highway for the hare, a bar
To foraging field-mouse tunnels; in the thaw
A line of broken straw and mud
Where Bluetsí bloom is late, or slow;
Perhaps in June the Queen Annes lace will show
A stripe, to make a traveler wonder.
Musicians: SATB chorus, sometimes divisi, and piano.
curious Wood Buffalo
Ansgar Walk, 1998-July-02
Tim Rains, 31 July 2011
Tiny Bluets (Houstonia sp.)
Karen Burch (Gardener2005), 15 May 2010
white Queen Anne's lace (Daucus carota?) with yellow tansy
Ron Clausen, 2017
snowy forest in Boreal, California
snowy forest shadows
Patrick Hendry, 2017-03-09
Faldrian, 15 January 2017