Primal Forest Floor

  I am quickened in mind and body when set in natures primeval creations. Backpacking these wonders is where I feel a heightened Joy within like nourishing food. My heart runs along like Longfellow 's poem "Evangeine",  a whispering  in the woods of my painting. -M. Bedard THIS is the forest primeval.... All Prints Come Rolled without a Frame The Story Evangeline Henry Wadsworth Longfellow THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean 6 Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath itLeaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers—Men whose