Wednesday, January 27, 2010

An ode to the poor, wet little elk

A poem from my friend and faithful reader Wendy:

"Are God and Nature then at strife,
That Nature lends such evil dreams?
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life;

That I, considering everywhere
Her secret meaning in her deeds,
And finding that of fifty seeds
She often brings but one to bear,

I falter where I firmly trod,[...]"



--Alfred, Lord Tennyson




(Much thanks for sharing Wendy!!)

2 comments:

  1. Cool Blog Jesse.

    I'm finishing my last year at Purdue studying widllife biology and was wondering how you got hooked up with such a cool job?

    Thanks,

    Michael

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  2. Hey Michael,

    I replied to you via your gmail address...let me know if you didn't get it.

    Jesse

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