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Ameil Bordi

The Old Man of the Mountains

     
  Scrub oak, live oak,
Buckeye, birch and pine;
The trees, their names, and habits knowing,
Are to me a joy sublime.

Lilies, violets, and asters,
Poppies gleaming in the sun;
I know the joy of knowing
The flowers, every one.

The animals are all my pets--
Coyote, wolf, and coon,
Deer and bear and fox--
Without them I'd grow lonesome soon.

The birds are my musicians,
Lark, thrush, bluejay and quail;
I love to hear them thrilling
Cheery notes o'er hill and dale.

The mountains are my native land;
Their canyons, and peaks so high.
Their forests and their beauty--
Let me live among them till I die!		  
     

© Ameil Bordi

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About Ameil Bordi
Ameil, was born in Mountain View, California, but spent his boyhood and young manhood loving and working in and around the redwood forests of La Honda. Working in the woods falling timber until his eyesight failed him, still he continued climbing trees and cutting and splitting firewood. He was always close to the land, even in later years when he lived in San Francisco where he allowed his eyes to be used experimentally by the University of California. He died in

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