Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

When the presence of your family continues to visit your sacred circle. How can you live so close to a large city and still hear the calling of the hawk? The hooting of the owls and a six-point buck?

A squirrel is driving Jazzie my Pointer crazy. Jazzie wants none of it. But why? She has her reasons and it's to offer the playful squirrel a clearer picture of what it's like to live this close to the humane lifestyle.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

The leaves have fallen. I hear human voices coming from all paths. I never want to assume you're talking to me. The art of tuning out voices has become my strength especially when it comes to tuning out my voice. What I love is listening to a tree speak. To know what they've tucked away inside their rings. Trees speak with all living things above and below the ground.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

A torrential Southern downpour totally wiped out my sacred circle. All that's left are the scars on the forest floor. Studying our own scars, have we learned from them? Are they part of our continuous story?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation