One hundred years
to grow
chainsaw claims
its victory
in the passage
of one hour
bared to city street
embraced now by
cold concrete
no scent of pine
to kiss the air or
cushion moving feet
I will not claim to
understand the many
reasons listed to cut
remove and tow away
the forest of our
yesterdays
written by Pauline©2008
8 comments:
sometimes it is Greed other times need. however the damage remains sad.
great post
And they call it progress ...
I am still cutting trees killed by last winters's icestorm. We can burn the dried wood and warm the old bones. It seems to be a constant process of regeneration as the new trees are now already appearing ( mostly cedar trees and some pines)
I like your poem.
pete, just people that do not see the value of this oxygen producing growth. They only see some annoying shade or noise from birds or quick access for squirrels into their attic.
quilldancer, sad to live in the city and have a heart that appreciates the country and the newness of the earth's growth.
goatman, regeneration is entirely different. I am witnessing healthy life taken down due to a perceived inconvenience. I am happy for you that your residence is more balanced in the natural cycle of our forests. I appreciate your comments. Never realize I was such a tree hugger ;)
yes.
Sorry to hear about your headaches though, I hope they get better soon.
Hi Pauline
It is always sad when some of God's Wonder is taken away for no good reason. Blessings Pauline, it has been awhile since I've been by.
Just waitng to hear from the City with the start date, I am glad you are my friend as well.
Bill
its us humans who always think what will 'just another one' do...just another tree, one more tree, thats all, one last tree...sigh. when will it ever end.
Wonderfully expressed and shared Pauline! I hope you and yours are feeling well.
I've been slowly moving into my cabin and staying over - no computer there. :)
I'm also getting over my last bug.
love and hugs, Katie
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