"O' I long to walk through a soggy place
A shady place where water flows
Where mist in the air dampens my face
And dew on the grass my clothes."
I like too that he uses words like "creation," and that his writings, which celebrate his lifelong love for the outdoors, are not infused with the earth-worship of many of today's writers. I don't know where he stood with the almighty, but at least he rightly views the creation that he loves as just that- a created thing and a reflection of the creator. That makes the context of his stories more thoroughly enjoyable for me.