Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale A tale of a fateful trip That started from this south suburb And ended in a gravel slip The mate was a mountain biking man His woman brave and sure Three passengers set off this day For a three hour trip, a three hour trip The…

A mile is a long way When you’re hiking the AT in PA When the bees are buzzing near your face And you can’t keep up with your friends’ pace When sweat is dripping into your eyes And you have to walk faster or swat away flies But the rocks, my God, they are everywhere…

“Let the wild things stay wild” She says, as she reigns me back in Let them slink silently back into the forest Let them jump, leap, hop back into the brush Let them have some sanctuary A place to escape from us In Florida wetlands, a pair of sandhill cranes Crossing a stream with their…