The D A I L Y
T H O U G H T
To lie on one’s
back with no clock except the rising & setting sun
To watch the clouds
with no practical purpose save to watch the clouds
This is the
beginning of Sensitivity
And Sensitivity is
the beginning of Creative Independent Thinking
And Creative
Independent Thinking is the beginning f Democracy
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“In the mountains
there is a feeling of security we know it’s good
And clean and if
you know what you are doing you can’t be tricked then.
While looking at
the clouds I can see a lake with many iceburgs in it. I can see cloud formations which remind me of
myself. In one I see a man begging for
something which reminds me of myself. Sometimes I see men fighting with swords.
I see alsorts of animals in it. I feel good because my heart can open to
nature.”
Magpie
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I think about these
things that are white bubbly and interesting. All this type of thing is, a type
of water vapor. Sometimes it very thin, sometimes it’s thick and other times
shapes make picturing the sky. Some people fron at them, other people smile at
then, and others try to sell what they will do.
Myself, well I like them. The clouds.
Iggle
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Rain Over
Squaw
Low gray clouds
In the distance
Spilling their water
In Torrents
But the Rain
Is not thrown
It falls
Listlessly
Only gravity
Flings it on its way.
Iron Jaw .
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- Cut live timber today
- All new men go tru step by step
reasoning and doing and baking bread.
- Muscles, Iron Jaw, Trapper &
Light ning back up to Lean-4 on Flyway to operate line camp alone.
- Lone Wolf undisputed winner of
his category of competition
- Supper: Venison, wild rhubarb,
fresh baked bread and hot cocoa.
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The blazing coals
upon the heart
Are slowly dyingnow
The raging fire of
wrath and pain
Will never more
become the same
Still there is redness in the coals
Still some life there remains
The small strength and beauty of the flame
Has gone, but not all in vain.
Lightning Cloud
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Again The Wind by Tough Trapper
Again the wind is
steadily blowing
I see it here while
it is snowing
It’s effects are
good and bad
But to many people
it makes them sad
Again the wind is causing weather
At times it cannot move a feather
At times it blows things all around
Above which you can’t hear a sound
Again the wind
makes little sounds
Much like a sentry
on his rounds
It makes a man feel
so small
Knowing the wind’s
so big and tall.
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