Hey, thanks for being a part of the conversation. This is Forest Stories.
I am the Poet in the Forest, a children's series that I pinned
out in the nineteen nineties. Now, none of it would be possible if
it wasn't for this forest right here in South Arlotte, North Carolina. I
talk about it so much that I thought maybe it's time that you get to
know what has inspired me for thirty years. Thanks for being a part of
the conversation. Welcome back to the forest. The sense of death is in
this force today. The scent of death is something you'll never forget. The
last time the scent was this strong, someone on the other side of the
forest had taken an arrow and driven it through the neck of a buck,
which is illegal. You can't do that. This isn't hunting grounds. But
I'm reminded today of that, and I'm going to have to hit these trails
today to find out where is this scent of death coming from. People tend
to do that. They take advantage of all things natural inside this forest.
They have for all the years I've been here, and it really did take
me years to understand. You know what, it doesn't all belong to me,
just my little dot, my little dot on the map is what I
have control of. What they're doing on the other side of the forest really
isn't for me to say. But there's a scent of death inside the forest
today. It's strong, and if you've ever been around it, you know
that you never forget it because once it gets inside your nostrils, it travels
through your soul, goes through your veins, and then all of a sudden,
your body reacts and it wants to know where is the scent of death
in this forest? Coming from what has happened that I don't know about.
And being in this forest right now, I'm not seeing any black vultures in
the sky, so I don't know where it would be. Because I utilize
the energy of the vultures to find things such as that. That's how I
found the deer. But what is it? The scent of death and the
force today? Hey, thanks for being a part of the conversation.