Surrounded by Wild Turkeys

Letís give some thought to turkeys, referred to by many Native Americans as the original sacrificial bird of the North American continent, and whose domesticated ancestors furnish the feast for many a holiday table.

This striking poem by American Buddhist Gary Snyder reminds us of the patterns of nature, and of our own lives. Read it here, to find a little inner peace in the midst of holiday hubbub:

Surrounded by Wild Turkeys

Little calls as they pass
through dry forbs and grasses
Under blue oak and gray digger pine
In the warm afternoon of the forest-fire haze;

Twenty or more, long-legged birds
all alike.

So are we, In our soft calling,
passing on through.

Our young, which trail after,

Look just like us.

A Poem by Gary Snyder, from Beneath a Single Moon, edited by Kent Johnson and Craig Paulenich (Shambhala, 1991). COpyright (c) 1991 by Gary Snyder, Kent Johnson, and Craig Paulenich. Reprinted by permission of Shambhala.
A Poem by Gary Snyder, from Beneath a Single Moon, edited by Kent Johnson and Craig Paulenich (Shambhala, 1991).

10 comments

Terry V.
Terry V4 years ago

thanks

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Danuta Watola
Danuta W4 years ago

Thank you what a great article.

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Lynn D.
Lynn D4 years ago

Nice poem, keep on writing ---- thank you and Happy Thanksgiving to you!

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Ram R.
Ram Reddy4 years ago

Thanks for the information

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Carole R.
Carole R6 years ago

Very nice. Thanks for the poem and the post.

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Bill K.
Bill K6 years ago

nice poem , but not as nice as actually experiencing live turkeys in the wild free never to grace a holiday table

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Teresa Wlosowicz
Teresa W6 years ago

nice

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K s Goh
KS Goh6 years ago

Thanks for the article.

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K s Goh
KS Goh6 years ago

Thanks for the article.

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Robert O.
Robert O6 years ago

Nice poetry. Thank you for the article!

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