Free verse and a masterful twist on anthropomorphism tell the birth and death of Wisconsin's bogmeadows from the point of view of the sandhill crane such that man is trivialized to the status of just another marsh animal, but one without conscience or aesthetic sense. The loss of the marsh is tragic to the crane, but the loss of the crane is even more so to the author.
Read "Marshland Elegy" in A Sand County Almanac
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