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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: ManyMoose who wrote (1117)	10/16/2004 10:16:15 PM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

::smile:: Beautiful, and... what is it I'm searching for... like the one you wrote for your other friend, the empathy and joy in other people that comes out in poems from their skin is very cool. And the nature in your poetry. My nephew grew up to be a poet. When he'd visit the farm from LA, he'd take his pad and pen and disappear into the woods for hours. It felt sweet to me to know he was walking and sitting on the same hills where I first really touched the poetry around me, even though I'd written a few by then. It's like going back to the source, like a gentleman like Stu who nutured the trees given to his care to give yet again. :) In a darker moment a few years ago I wrote of when "a tree is just a tree". Gosh, that cut to the soul, to see a tree as only a tree. And I think I am feeling a little good that you pulled out your notebook. ::smile::

To: ManyMoose who wrote (1117)	10/16/2004 10:27:17 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

While we're on the subject of trees: Point and Counter Point Some times I think people don’t see the big picture. Here’s a poem that circulated the network from the walls of the Snow Mountain RD. I'm afraid I don't know the author's name: I think that I shall never see A resource tempting as a tree. A tree that so much history's faced, A shame to see it go to waste. To think that some can stop and stare And never see the board feet there. God made the tree with just one flaw, He made the guy who owns the saw. And God heard him say as the chainsaw roared... "Only Man can make a board!" I sent this rejoinder from the slopes of Mt. Hood: “Here's another way to look at it, Stone Mountain. Enjoyed your poem. It challenged me:” A PART APART? One tree and others in a stand Together make a forest land A forest land then takes its place Among the earth and stars in space And who are you to stop and stare? Don't you see yourself in there? Don't you think the space you take Would rather be a mountain lake? He made the man who with the saw Built YOUR home by nature's law. He cut a tree, but planted one. And then God said, "Well done, well done."