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net aarre dot net. Enjoy your exploration. My boy boy Ernie,
he was a Blue Crown conyer for over thirty four years.
He and I overlook this forest right here in South Charlotte,
North Carolina, thirty four years together. Every day Ernie and
I sat in this beautiful home, overlooking the trees, the
nearby lake, and every bit the wildlife that peacefully strolled
across the peaceful land beneath our feet. Ernie and I
shared the same vision. It's this forest. We both looked
into these trees and study the earth below. I mean,
there is something amazingly spiritual going on here. The lyrics
to Ernie's forest. We both receive an amazing amount of energy.
I put all of my trust and skills as a
student into what he is willing to share with me.
These are not my words, These are the lyrics from
Ernie's Forest, chapter number four hundred thirty seven, July thirteenth,
twenty twenty four. Whoof a sweltering summer day is blistering
the limbs and leaves of these giving trees. They do
all they can to provide shade, to keep the ground cool,
to embrace the extremely dry soil below so that it
doesn't easily loosen up and flow down the slow paced
stream leading to the lake beneath. The weather people are
threatening us with one hundred degree temperatures over the next
four to five days. Now, I'm worry about this because
I'm nothing more than a poet inside a forest. I
worry because of the newborn from the squirrels, to the bluebirds, cardinals,
and the unstoppably beautiful fawn to which I spotted numerous
times just to be in this present place of now
where near the water. Mom has planted them there for
damn good reason. The long, tall grasses provide more shelter,
adding them to the invisible side of a forest of predators.
A sweltering summer day. As animals, all we can do
is adapt to the conditions provided by Mother Nature. I
do often wonder, though, if the other living things complain
about the heat, like the human bean, may we all
peacefully grow together. I do wonder about that a lot,
especially on days like today, where it's barely thirty two
degrees the sun is out, but we've got snow on
the ground like today's date happens to be January twenty eighth,
twenty twenty six. This was written on July thirteenth, twenty
twenty four. So, oh my god, so two years have
gone by. We go from that sweltering hot, one hundred
degree plus day to where I presently stand with this snow,
the sunshine, the cold, and oh my god, this beauty
inside this forest, and the animals still look at me
the same. What are you doing, human? Yeah? Yeah, we
got this, We got it. You're good, right, Go back
in that little thing that you call a home. Yeah yeah,
with the walls, the windows. Yeah, we got this. We
don't need any complainers on our playing field. Do you
ever think of that? We as human beings. We complain
about the wind, we complain about the rain, how dry
it is, we complain about each other, and the animals
are like, why don't you go somewhere else and do
your complaining. This is our peaceful piece of land. Mom.
They eat the darnedest things, but I love them for it,
and they're worth studying because it's in moments like this
where you go. You know. I don't have any reason
to complain because the deer, the baby fawn, the squirrels,
the bluebirds, they're not coming inside my home. I would
let them if they would allow themselves to do it,
but they're not coming inside this home where the air
conditioning and the heat are so As I sit in
this forest on this January twenty eight, twenty twenty six day,
and I see the beauty of this snow, I also
look at the animals going teach me how to survive.
I'm errow. These are not my words. These are the
lyrics to Ernie's Forest