Arroe Collins Forest Stories

The forest is very wet from a huge rain storm. The slow moving stream has taken on the image of a wild mountain river. It's dimly lit beneath the huge grey clouds. There are no animals to be seen. The trees look sad. I feel sad. Dread and doubt. How can we turn this around to create a positive day?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Like hurling a stone across the surface of a lake. Life in this forest is happening all too quickly. In time I'll sink into the history of the lake. This is why I'm trying to save all these forest stories! Learning to listen to the forest is a lifelong walk and journey. What are the real chances another person will ever get to touch these stories again. How can we keep them above water?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

It's called having "me" time. Learning how to tap into your inner willingness. I find peace inside a forest. You might get your peace from being seen at a Starbucks. The art of learning how to tap into you. Me time!

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

I've lived in this forest for 33 years. I've never stood next to another person by the lake. I've only shared one conversation with the bee keeper. How is it that this forest is blessed with so many families but those of us who cherish the forest say nothing at all?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

This writing journey physically began in May of 2015. I was writing each week at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. A podcast grew from the writing. It's been through three name changes due to my journey to not travel to the library but rather to write in my own forest which bares the name Rainbow. The Lyrics from Rainbow Forest. Then I recently saw something that I actually seen everyday...

Are there hidden words located inside the trunk of a tree. A childish question in so many ways. Yet, you can hear voices of many. Spiritualists describe it as trees having frequencies. If you have ever wondered where an echo goes, how long does it exist in the presence of a collection of trees. What if our voices could be preserved in the trunk of a tree, what would you plant for a future wanderer...

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

No matter how cold the weather or windy the day there's always going to be last years fall leaves still stuck on this years spring day. The same is true about we who are human. What are we clinging to that we should let go of?

I've always had my eye on how to survive. My father always reminded us to think beyond what we assume. Which is every reason why I study the path of the animals that call this forest home. I learn from the so that I might survive.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

A day in the life. A six point whitetail buck visited me not once but twice on the same day. A reminder, a healer, solitude and confusion. What if this were Ukraine, Israel or Gaza? War doesn't love all living things.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

The things we're moving around in our forests. Some pick up stones and throw them into the lakes and rivers. Others burn up fallen tree limbs while others love to dig up plants to replenish their yards. We're disrupting something that's been part of the story for decades. What are doing to each other?

Each year I bring plants indoors to keep them warm and protected from winter's bite. This season they seem to be yellowing. As if to be throwing a childlike fit. Are we humanizing our plants? What else is getting too much attention?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

What are the chances that a person would experience not one but three eclipses in single writing book. This one came with a wish. To sink into the soul of the human heart in the way of inviting peace in a time of two wars.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation