Inspired by Wendell Berry’s poem, The Peace of Wild Things (see below), we are starting a gallery of wild and not-so-wild things who Stowe Farm Community has known over the years. We are grateful to all of our furry, scaled, and winged companions for the wisdom and comfort they’ve given us.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
And I wake in the night at the least sound
In fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
Rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
Of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
Waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.