Wendall Berry champions mountains

I grew up always wanting to be a poet and practiced in hushed whispers in my room, painfully hiding aspirations. Even as I a grew older writing in my many journals, I bemoaned what I imagined to be the poet's requisite isolation and distance from the world. Romanticizing Frost's austere hermitage on Bread Loaf mountain, but also fearing it. WHAT WAS I THINKING? I'm always thrilled to hear of poets like Wendall Berry using their exquisite voices and integrity in the community and serving as the compassionate champion of nature. See the recent Center for Eco-literacy blog post "Wendall Berry joins anti-mountaintop removal sit."