Imagine
Imagine
planting chestnut trees immune to the blight that wiped out old-growth forests. It is possible for purists without apologies to incite chestnut tree to make a comeback. Last year I planted five bare-root sprouts on the steep slope behind my house. Today I startled a wood grouse, dug three wide holes deep in black soil and planted three live, four to six foot tall trees. As payback, after two days and nights of rain, I slid, I rolled like a log, I broke my glasses and the steep hillside feels none of my pain tonight. Imagine none of those things will matter in a hundred years.
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Poignant ecopoetics! The personal shared as sacred.
Thank you for this piece.
Thanks so much for your incites, Tabitha.
but the trees will matter
and you
with them
The trees are an experiment that may or may not survive, and I certainly won’t be around to verify if anything matters, Jim, but I want to see the results of my day for my lifetime.
You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.
You are, for sure, not the only dreamer, Tom. Dreamers write poetry…
Thank you for planting the trees! Hope you get your glasses fixed so you can write more lovely poems.
It is a reality that I spent four hours at my eye doctor’s, but the were able to give me clearer vision. Thanks, Sylvia.
Powerful insight built around your experience.
Thanks Greg, I must say the experience left its mark on me. I limped around for two days.