Summer Greetings!

Zonolite Park is a 13-acre former industrial brownfield named for a brand-name of insulation formerly produced there. At the instigation of the South Fork Conservancy, the E.P.A. forced the company to clean it up. Now owned by Dekalb County, it includes an old-growth forest, a sunny meadow, a wetland, a community garden, and 1.5 miles of trails. The Conservancy’s website adds, “The creek’s sandy banks are perfect for getting an up-close view of the water. Wildlife seen here includes deer, fish, frogs and birds – including a pair of Great Blue Heron, songbirds and hawks. . . . Oral history suggests a community of freed men and women may have lived here in the early 20th century and named it Nickel Bottom.”

The park is near the intersection of Briarcliff and Johnson Rd. and has limited parking. After a short hike in from the trailhead you’ll see the garden on your right, with a picnic shelter and several tables. Hopefully a table will be available for us, but if they’re all occupied we’ll sit on the grass.

As always, bring poetry to share, your own or a favorite poet’s, or a relevant prose reading. After sharing we’ll split up to wander, gathering observations and inspirations, or find a special spot to sit and write. Then we’ll re-converge for more sharing or just to talk. Don’t forget writing supplies, drinking water, shoes for hiking, a blanket or camp chair (optional).

Note that we are meeting on a Saturday this time instead of Sunday. Click here for directions. I look forward to seeing you!

Summer blessings, Wing

p.s. To join my Earth Poetry Workshop email list, email me at swing1027@gmail.com.

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                      from

                      Washed in the Hurricane:

                      Poems for an Endangered Paradise . . .

 
 

                       Wild Ocean

 

                       Wild ocean

                       like the sheen on the

                                          shoulder of a crow

                                          dipping and                                                            

                                                                gliding with the gulls—

 

                        not a shell left unbroken on the whole beach!