White Fire at Wolf Ridge

What do you get when you mix:
Hopkins Field Biology Class + the beautiful northwoods + O2?

 

 

I am the dark but glistening water
I am the hard and ancient rock beneath you
I am the trees and bushes that rustle in the wind

 

 

 

I am the distance with so many wonders
I am the clouds that cover the sun.
I am the flowers that are bright among the rest.
I am the stumps that you pass with no looks.

 

 

 

I am me, admiring all these things,
Not behind a TV, or a screen,
but within my own eyes
Feeling it in my soul
As all this beauty, adventure, and harmony
Stands so tall and powerful among me.
Bryn Pursey

 

 

 

 

 

Teach Me

Teach me to grow and strengthen everyday
Like your wooded open arms
Teach me to nurture and enjoy
Teach me

 

 

 

 

Teach me to breathe, absorb smells of fresh pine and wet new soil.
Teach me to be a family, living together in harmony
Teach me mother nature how to be.

 

 

 

 

 

Teach me to blossom and bloom
Teach me your songs of thunder and wind
Teach me how to be a light as you carry the sun on your shoulders
Teach me calm and serenity
Teach me mother nature how to be
Meg Jenny

 

 

 

 

Teach Me
Lyrics by Meg Jenny
Arrangement and Music by Edward Jones
Vocals: Edward Jones and Larry Wade

Listen:

 

 

A soft summer wind blows
The trees rustle to say hello
The leaves dance wildly
Clinging to the branches
A leaf or two falls off into the breeze
And scrapes the ground softly with ease.
Lucy Smith

 

 

I am the rocks we sit upon
I am the cliff that hangs over the lake
I am the darkness that covers the beauty
I am the man who watches the trees.
George Dunkelberger

I am the mist hanging in the midsummer’s air `
I am the breeze refreshing, yet cold and stinging
I am the shifting boulders who stand infallible and unequaled
I am the dove bringing good omens to the earth.
Alex Patridge

 

I am the wind on the great lake
I am the rocks jagged and sharp
I am the bees, birds and trees
I am the trees swaying like a mystical hare.
I am Wolf Ridge and Wolf Ridge is me.
Sam Driver

 

 

 

 

 

Stones are rocks and bountiful
They can be mountains or pebbles
Red, white, blue, green or brown
Rocks await to be found.
Some are bland, some are speckled, some are striped
Some so dark, they fade into the night.
Lucy Smith

 

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