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An English teacher at my secondary school, way back in the 1950's, once commented that ‘It is not the size of
a tree but its perfect beauty that makes us feel small and aware of our
imperfections, as nature intended.’ I remember that comment some 50+ years on
while I have forgotten most if not all the curriculum he ever taught.
Deforestation and the removal of trees for property development worldwide is a
sacrilege against nature, but not untypical of human shortsightedness, its
being a hugely significant factor in saving us from climate change ...
and ourselves? A rowing world population mean more affordable housing and
this, in turn, requires the land on which to build them. Even so, we must never
forget that we need trees for our protection and our mental
health in the sense that they are inspiring features of any landscape; their
natural beauty can help us stay on top of everyday life at times when we can
barely summon the strength and willpower to get through it.
Regular readers will know that I suffered a bad nervous breakdown way back in
the 1970's; it was walking among trees in a local park that played a
significant part in my recovery. Since then, I have feared a relapse and sought
inspiration from various aspects of nature every single day, simply as a human
being who also happens to be a poet.; it has worked, and I cope with stress
better than I have ever done.
“All that is gold does not
glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not
wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.”
- J. R. R. Tolkien (Lord of the
Rings)
'When the axe
came into the forest, the trees said “The handle is one of us.' Turkish
proverb.
Yes, oh, yes, the human mind-body-spirit need our trees ... and
not just for axe handles.
ONE OF US or BURY THE LEAVES, SAVE THE TREES
Splendid tree, shades
of green caught
up in combat
with a rising insurgency;
patched-up leaves, shades
of red under relentless attack
from native forces
Branches, groaning
for knowing limitations
placed
on input and outcome;
canny leaves, anticipating
Big Combo, taking
advantage
of cloud cover
Falling leaves, piling
at the feet of
a parent tree
left to watch and weep;
dying leaves, with more
to offer than a half blind Earth
living with heart failure
Dead leaves, poultices
for wounds News
editors
will use for headlines;
splendid tree, hopes pinned
on its surgeon, anticipating spring,
and home birds returning
Copyright R. N. Taber 2010, 2020
[Note: An earlier version of today’s poem under the title 'Bury the Leaves, Save the Trees' was first published in Poetry Rivals: A New Dawn Breaks, Forward Press, 2010 an subsequently in my collection, Tracking the Torchbearer, Assembly Books, 2012.]
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