INTRO
IMPATIENS CAPENSIS
LITTLE RIVER
GROWING UP, TWO AMERICAS
THE SCRAPER
THE ODYSSEY OF GLOOMY GUS
A TRUE DOCTOR
WAITING ON LARAMIE CREEK
DEATH OF WILBUR
THE ADVANTAGE OF INTELLIGENCE
TO BETTY, 1982
TED
BY WINNEBAGO'S SHORE
THE HUMAN CONDITION IS NOT
DREAM OF CHARLES DE LANGLADE
ANNIVERSARY 1984
THE LESSON
MUSIC AT THE JACKSON
ALONG 693
SNAPSHOT
OLD MAN TO HIMSELF
OLD RIDER
TREES OF NEW JERSEY
CALLING OWLS
OLD DOMINION
HILLS
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU THEN
WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN
TO OUR SONS, 1982
CHICAGO AND NORTHWESTERN
BEYOND NORTH MOUNTAIN
AFTER YOU LANGLADE
MY SHIP
MAKE REVOLUTION
THE BRANDY LINE (ABOUT A FAVORITE GOAT)
THE ABORTION PALACE
YOU CALL ME FOLLY MILLS
MEMORY
SPRING PEEPERS
©Poems of R.F.Mueller- Other Times, Other Thoughts

FROM THE TALE OF PETER MINK
R.F. Mueller



O Harry L. Smith, illustrator, you drew those winter maples like no one else, so well in fact that they've been my standard for five decades, and I never see the real trees, without noting that their fissured, platy bark and upward curving branches against a drab sky are Just as you did them. And this your inspired vision brings back again my childhood hunting days of autumn, the sharp cornered old roads bending through sugar bush and white cedar swales, abandoned byways long since undriven, and in the first spring nights the snow patches on flat plastered leaves of the maple woods with the gleam of sap buckets in the moonlight.


 

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As a very young person I was so fond of this story and its subject that my Mother was encouraged to invent another series of tales about a "Johnny Mink"! Also, note reference here again to the stolen moments with the maple sap!