I absolutely loved that poem, from the first word to the last. It’s powerful, beautiful, achingly sad and so captivating. Loved it! A huge thanks to Trent for sharing that wonderful poem.

Trent's World (the Blog)

adamickes-childsboots Copyright – Adam Ickes


The great forest is long gone, now a scattering of towns, fields and little tamed woods.  The wild rivers have been enslaved, giving their energy to great engines of commerce.  The thunder of hooves no longer rolls across the prairie.  Crystal pure lakes now lap waves with an oily sheen onto dead shores.


We are gone, but we are not forgotten.  People use and misuse our image.  But it is in the land where we are missed.


The wind still calls our names.  The ground still rises up in anticipation of our footfalls.  The land remembers.



I know this is cultural appropriation of the worst kind, but it was the first thing I thought of when I saw the picture.  And it was done with respect to the original peoples of this land.


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A beautiful and touching poem from a very talented writer. Thank you for sharing this one, Callum!

Callum McLaughlin

Remember that when it gets dark,
I promise it gets light again.

Remember that behind each peak,
a splendid sun, it waits to rise.

Remember that beneath still lakes,
there is life; so small yet strong.

Remember that you’re not alone;
my heart is here to break your fall.

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Quotes about books

I was the only one in my family who read. When I was a teen, I was the only one of my friends who read. As a young adult, I remember getting odd looks from people when I pulled out a book from my pocket. “You brought a book?” they asked.

Today I know lots of people read but I still find it comforting to hear them speak about the connection they have with books. From funny to tear-jerkers, these quotes moved me. They’re all about books.

“Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.” – Groucho Marx.

“The greatest gift is a passion for reading.”- Elizabeth Hardwick.

“When I get a little money, I buy books. If there’s any left over, I buy food.” – Desiderius Erasmus.

“Education is a vaccine for violence.” – Edward James Olmos.

“There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.” – Joseph Brodsky.

“A book is the most effective weapon against intolerance and ignorance.” – Lyndon Baines Johnson.


And, of course, the amazing poem, “The reading mother” by Strickland Gillilan.

I had a mother who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea.
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth;
“Blackbirds” stowed in the hold beneath.
I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.
I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness lent with his final breath.
I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings-
Stories that stir with an upward touch.
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be —
I had a Mother who read to me.