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You couldn't ask for nicer neighbors or nicer people than Tom and Jean Are.  They live across the
street from us (the picture above was taken from their deck!), and Jean has been gracious enough
to allow us to print some of her wonderful "streams of consciousness," as she calls it.  Her writings
give us "goose bumps"...that's because she is sooo talented, and, I'm sure, because we share the
same feelings!
                                                                                                     Enjoy!
A fall scene in Big Canoe
Life at Big Canoe...by Jean Are
"The Deck"

We sit on our deck,
lone ticket holders in
Nature’s Theater.
Where is everyone?
The curtain is rising              
to a five star production.

I cup my hands and send
my call across the valleys.
Everyone!  Everywhere!
You’ll miss the best part!
The doors are still open,  
it‘s about to start!

Leave the table uncleared!
The letter half read!
Delay the board meeting!
Don’t bother to shave!
Lay down your I-pod!
The deal needn’t seal!.

Stop the train in its tracks!
Let the flight take off!
Put your car in reverse!
Nowhere else matters!
You need to get here . . .
Now, before it’s too late!

We’re holding your seats.
Please come.  Please come.
Come up
to the edge
of the world . . .
and LOOK!
"Nobody Drops By"

We Live where nobody drops by, but...

    Eight deer graze just beyond our bedroom
    The sunrise takes my breath away
    And, it's hard to leave in October.

We Live where nobody drops by, but...

    The night sky is clean, clear, and close
    Winter fogs rub against our windows
    And, I can wear these old PJs 'til noon.

We Live where nobody drops by, but...

    We sleep breathing quiet mountain air
    Our deck is designed for reading
    And, the waterfall sings through the trees.

We Live where nobody drops by, but...

    We've watched Spring make her way
    up the mountain slopes to us.
    And, a bear looked in our window.

We Live where nobody drops by...

    But when invited,
    and they come.
    they say, "Ahh...what a view"!
       ...And, sometimes, they stay!
"Invitation"

The open door to our deck
beckons us.
We grab our sweaters
find our books
and step outside.
Into the early evening.

We settle in our seats
and peer through the treetops
at the distant mountains.
Yards of blue velvet
buckling up into the
evening sky.

We sigh and rest our heads
on our chair backs
and look up.
Clusters of pink clouds float
about, puffing up as we watch.
Showing off. Calling to us,
"Look at me"! "No, look at me"!

The air brushes against
our skin, soft and cool.
We pull our sweaters close
and sit in a satisfied silence
pleased to be painted
into this picture.
In this place.

Our books lie open
and overturned on our laps.
Ripe for reading
yet, set aside.
On an evening
such as this.