Still Water

“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the … Continue reading Still Water

White Pine

“I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.”                                                     … Continue reading White Pine


It’s been while since I have posted and I thought I would begin with a poem (below the picture) I wrote a couple months ago. It is full of outdoor and woodsy imagery, which I thought aligns nicely with my purpose in maintaining my blog. Enjoy! ©Tom Gable   When Timber Makes One Still I. … Continue reading Timber