Poem of the Week: Amico Suo

By Herbert P. Horne

When on my country walks I go,
I never am alone:
Though whom ‘t were pleasure then to know
Are gone, and you are gone;
From every side discourses flow.

There are rich counsels in the trees,
And converse in the air;
All magic thoughts in those and these
Are what is sweet and rare;
And everything that living is.

But most I love the meaner sort,
For they have voices too;
Yet speak with tongues that never hurt,
As ours are apt to do:
The weeds, the grass, the common wort.

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Kelly Brenner

Kelly Brenner is a naturalist, writer and photographer based in Seattle. She is the author of NATURE OBSCURA: A City’s Hidden Natural World, coming Spring 2020 from Mountaineers Books. She writes freelance articles about natural history and has bylines in Crosscut, ParentMap, National Wildlife Magazine and others. On the side she writes fiction.

Kelly holds a bachelors degree in landscape architecture from the University of Oregon and a certificate in non-fiction writing from the University of Washington.
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