"Wolverine Park"

Dear Friends,

One of my birthday gifts from my mother was a book of poetry written by a good friend of my grandmother's, Agnes Just Reid. My mother remembers walking with her mother to visit Mrs. Reid, who lived up the hill from them. Mrs. Reid was a locally famous author, who published many poems and articles for both local and national papers, and inspired my grandma to write beautiful poetry of her own.

One of the poems in this book is titled "Wolverine Park", which just happens to describe how I feel about our favorite local wild place (Although it's now known as Wolverine Canyon). I thought I might share it with you, along with some of our favorite photos of Wolverine~

"Wolverine Park"

A Wolverine that is to be

A thing of beauty, a joy to see.

Boulevards climbing the mountain side,

Bridle paths climbing to vistas wide

Rust bridges and waterfalls,

Silent glens where the coyote calls.

Peaceful nooks in the friendly shade,

Deer that loiter unafraid.

Growing things as they are today,

Each little plant in its own sweet way.

Trees that have stood for ages past

Given the chance to live at last;

Mammoth things that no arm can span,

Not to be felled by heedless man.

Caves and caverns so strange and weird

Filled with relics to be revered.

A grand museum that God has wrought

Tucked away in that magic spot.

Winter or summer or spring or fall,

Each changing season best of all.

Wolverine with its towering walls,

Looking like ruins of castle halls.

Wolverine with its splendor grand

Wonderful, wonderful wonder land!

May it be a playground wide and free

For generations yet to be.

~Agnes Just Reid

We hope that you have a little spot of natural beauty that you can escape to, to feel the wonder of God's creations!

Love,

Marqueta