My wife and I love the stories and poems of Wendell Berry. Many is the time we have read aloud a favorite passage to each other. If you're interested in checking out his poetry, A Timbered Choir might be a good place to start. Tomorrow, I'll post a poem from this book.
From Library Journal--
of the T.S. Eliot Award, Berry spends Sunday mornings in walking
meditation in the forests and fields around his Port Royal, KY, farm.
During these walks he writes, and he has brought many of these poems
together in the present volume. Berry has long been an articulate and
passionate defender of the environment, and his "Sabbath poems,"
spanning 20 years, bring the reader close to the earth, the fields and
flowers, richness of the soil, and diversity of the seasons: "Too late
for frost, too early for flies,/ the air carries only birdsong, the
long/ breath of wind in leaves." The poet has a marvelous ear for
interior rhyme: "Horse and cow,/ plow and hoe, grass to graze/ and hay
to mow have brought me/ here, and taught me where I am." These poems are
not uniformly pastoral; Berry reflects, too, on war, technology, and
the economy in these pages, but always with a heartfelt devotion first
and foremost for the earth. A contemplative treasure; highly
recommended. --Judy Clarence, California State University Library.