Nostalgia, Naturally: A Collection of Poems

By Tyler C. Pedersen

My book of poetry and photographs explores Montana’s wild places and is written with a spirit that cultivates a caring relationship between humans and nature.
 
From my book of poems and photographs you will learn to:
 

Appreciate and enjoy what you have in the now
Cultivate a caring relationship with your lifelong neighbor, Mother Nature  
Notice the little things around you with a smile and a laugh
Use your time and energy wisely
Do what you can by starting locally
Be a more environmentally conscious citizen
 
Nostalgia helps bring back memories of simpler times. Sometimes memories are evoked by our experiences in the outdoors, be it on a hike or a brief glance out the window. Although memories themselves are not tangible, the natural world that creates them is a fragile reality. This reality expresses itself in my poetry through written word and nostalgic black and white photographs, touching on subjects like squirrels, birds, ants, trees and water, while also addressing the human concepts of fame, frailty and progress. Each chapter reminds the reader of how the well being of the planet depends on the well being of our enviromental consciousness. My book seeks to strengthen you and your children’s connection to the timeless tranquility that nature affords.    

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 17, 2007
• ISBN: 9781467827164

Tyler C. Pedersen

Tyler Pedersen is an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, nature enthusiast and runner from Helena, Montana. He has self-published one book of poetry titled, “Nostalgia, Naturally,” through Authorhouse & in 2013 he created & curated a Freshly Pressed WordPress Blog called, "The Ancient Eavesdropper." His specialties are concrete poetry (e.g., sculpting words into all sorts of shapes) and free verse. As an ecologist, Tyler has performed a wide range of field work jobs including tracking endangered and threatened rattlesnakes and turtles in Illinois, trapping small mammals in Eastern Montana, blazing trails in Western Montana and Idaho and coring trees in the sub-alpine forests of Wyoming and Colorado. In 2006, he graduated from the University of Montana with a major in Ecology and minor in Art History and criticism. After college, he served two years in Americorps as an Montana Conservation Corps crew member in Helena, Montana and Biodiversity Conservation Coordinator for the City of Gresham, Oregon. For the last 4 years,Tyler worked at the Coos Watershed Association, a non-profit watershed council, in Coos Bay, Oregon. Here, he managed and implemented riparian and wetland restoration projects, collected and analyzed field data and wrote reports and $1,000,000 worth of successfully-funded grant proposals. He also spent a considerable time controlling and mapping invasive plants like Japanese knotweed, gorse and purple loosestrife. Presently, he lives with his wife, two cats & two dogs in Corvallis, Oregon.

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Nostalgia, Naturally

A collection of poems

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Tyler C. Pedersen

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© 2007 Tyler C. Pedersen. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse  10/14/2021

ISBN: 978-1-4343-2573-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4678-2716-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2007908700

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Table of Contents

Introduction

For Every Sun that Sets, Another will Rise Again.

Winter Hypnosis

Nostalgia, Naturally

Scented Evening Aroma

The Quaking Sea

Nature’s Complements

The succinct small mammal

And The Breeze Listened

Six Parts, One Place

For Want of an Insect and a Laugh:

The Crickets’ Sigh

A Fire Forgot

The Next Butterfly Has Arrived

For want of a corner

Formicidae foot soldiers

Some Will Fly, Whine and Die in the Summertime

There’s an Ant in My Honey

The Tomatoes Are Humming

St. Mary of the Flower

...Poems and musings from five months

in the Montana Conservation Corps

Reflections on the Scapegoat Wilderness

Where the Sleepy Dawn Doth Rest No More

Ashen Forest

Tangerine Negative

Perugino in the Trees

Resolute Beginnings and the Quaint Coffee Café:

Oh Killdeer!

Bird Becomings

That Hollow Happiness

The Resolute Moose

Java Queens and Pony Dreams

The Shape of Things to Come:

Hourglass

Bittersweet

Gurgle-Burp

Wishing, Waiting, Wanting:

Goodness, You Haven’t Seen the Sun in Days!

Our Mutual Friend

The Five-Days-Plus-Two Week

Immunity in Jeopardy

Slumber, to the Sleeper, Doesn’t Bail Water

The Warm Lofty Room

Rethinking Progress:

Progress Flies

Restless Ecocide

Second-Hand Garbage

White Lyes

The Red, White and Blue Star Striped Shroud

Mend, Amend, Amen

Clean Slate

Conclusion

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To seeing the forest for the seeds:

The Potential for Progress Lies Within

Yes, life is a cycle.

We must not forget

That dreams beget dreams

And death begets death.

The only true virtue

In all of the land

Resides in a spirit

That is willing to care.

And I listened…

Introduction

A bout two years ago, I began writing poetry in my spare time. At first, my writing was just an excuse to take a break from my endless amounts of homework, but eventually, it became something more than a pastime—it became a passion. Truthfully, in college I did not have a life as it applies to the conformist definition—no girlfriend, no parties, no hangovers, no spring break vacations—and the rest of the garbage society would want you to believe. Therefore, poetry was an escape from conformity and a means by which to make sense of my feelings, of my