Open Poetry #45 |
Missing Trees |
Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Perched high in the branches of a cherry tree I could watch the logging trucks come rolling down South Pacific Highway, piled high with logs. I was too young then to understand that 40 years later, when I returned to the Northwest, I would miss those trees. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Makes me sigh in sadness, dear Ida. We can't stress this problem enough. I do hope that for every tree that is cut down, two new are planted, even if in another nearby place. Thank you for your significant contribution with this powerful poem. Love, Margherita |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Ida, I know just what you mean. Love, A |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
My dear Ida Belle ~ I understand and I commisserate... I love trees so much that it literally pains me when I see a tree cut down. In my lifetime (this current one lol) I have lost many favourite trees and wooded areas cut down in the name of "progress". Natural blights (i.e. beetle infestations of Dutch Elm disease) have also taken their toll. ~ For example, on the stately elms trees where I grew up in southern Ontario, Canada. It broke my heart when I revisited and saw the stumps where once stood those elegant shade trees that reached right up to the sky. As is so often with your poetry, dear kindred spirit, I can relate. Linda |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
I love trees....this makes me sad... that is why we have so much flooding now, cutting down all the trees... |
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Alwye
Moderator
Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Sad...we leave too much of a footprint. Well written poem! |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Dear Ida I know exactly what you mean. when trees are a part of your life when you are growing up, it hurts to see them cut down. It destroys your mind picture of your youth. It takes so many years for them to grow and it is a terrible shame when they are destroyed. A heart touching poem dear friend Lindsay |
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