WriteNownderful student photographs, meditations, and poems. But the teacher was not indifferent. He sat with his students staring into the black void. He too was swept off into darkness and through the early morning dreamscape of Walden.

What follows are the poems I wrote while sitting on Walden's shores, or many rods way while thinking about Thoreau or Nature in other seasons of the year.
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