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The Fate Of A Bristlecone
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The Fate Of A Bristlecone |
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Amature2 Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 416 |
The Fate Of A Bristlecone Why in the name of science Would you cut down a tree Taking its life to count its rings Only to find out it was one of Earths oldest living things Older than the Redwoods, The Sequoias Older than the Pyramids She stood for nearly 5,000 years Once finding that out Leaving the scientist in tears The one good thing is That it wasn't the only tree there And their location and identity With no one he shared The Bristlecone Pine trees Have another challenge to meet It is the ever-expanding thing Called development Lets slow that down So they can live Another 5,000 years "This we know - the Earth does not belong to man - man belongs to the Earth." Chief Seattle |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sad thing, this thing called "development" |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
This is a great lesson....on life and poetry. Thanks. Eric |
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bbent Senior Member
since 2001-01-07
Posts 521Alaska |
Kind of like killing old nessie to learn what it was,Let's just hope we progress as quickly spiritually and emotionally as we are technically so as to give mother earth the respect she deserves.Enjoyed your write. Live like it's your last day... |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Here Here!!!!! Now, this is a fantastic insight into the stupidity of man. I am most grateful to have lived in a time when there were still trees, and pray that my descendants will have the same luck as I. But at the rate of progress, I wonder sometimes. This is a subject close to my heart, and I appreciate your words on it, and how well you wrote this!! A truly happy person is one who |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Oh, a heart that beats alongside mine. For years I was an active member of the California Native Plant Society. I understand this poem within my very mind and soul. I once wrote a short (hopefully humorous) poem "Hiking on my Knees" about hiking with the CNPS members in Malibu and Ventura area canyons, and anywhere else I could get to by boot and backpack. You bring back good memories, as well as the fights to protect nature's gifts. I'm keeping this one for sure. [This message has been edited by Midnitesun (02-09-2003 01:50 PM).] |
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