For the Blog:
In August of 2002, here in Ramona, a small housing development won the battle. An open field with three majestic Eucalyptus trees, one which had provided a home for a family of hawks for nearly a decade, all met their fate. To drive by that area now, one would never know of those tall sentinels which once stood there so proudly. In my desire to honor their spirit, I wrote this poem shortly after their presence no longer graced the horizon…
Remembering the Three
In a field near the road
Standing,
Through the years we could see
Their branches lifted skyward
Reaching,
Towards the heavens I believe
The hawks in the air
Enjoying,
And raising up their young
In the leaf cover of springtime
Shading,
Their little ones from the sun
But those days now are over
Providing,
Us their beauty in their scenes
These majestic three
Losing,
The battle of man armed with machines
Their great bodies ripped out
Lying,
Now piled pieces upon the ground
In their silence my heart
Aching,
In the wind there is no sound
Will man ever stop
Taking,
What nature so freely will share
And see the value in
Protecting,
Such things that are precious and rare
Soon new houses will be
“sprouting”
To cover land purchasing costs
And I with much sorrow
Knowing,
That what once was, is now lost
Rho Densmore
CSWBC
Most excellent writing! And the art as well. I feel fortunate to have lived around tall trees and hawks so can really envision what was in your description. My heart is so often heavy with the “progress” of man. You captured the beauty, awesomeness and poignant sadness of it all.
Thank you Robbi! 🌺
As I was preparing this last night for Phil’s blog I asked my aunt Charlotte if she would create a drawing of three Eucalyptus trees. The result is the picture above. Now we not only have my poem to remember the these three trees but we a drawing as well. It is nice when things align and our love for the specialness of nature resonates with others.
Rho
From the seventeenth letter of the Greek alphabet comes,
AN ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT POEM.
Thank You, Rho, for this.
Camino HUGS.
C.C.B.C. William.
William!!!
I didn’t know Rho was the seventeenth letter of the Greek alphabet. 🤔
You are most welcome for the poem. I am happy to know that you liked it. 😁
Camino hugs to you too!
Rho
Thank you, Rho!
I often think how is that we believe we can ripe out things from the earth so freely…
And I often think if we will ever look at the landscape and forget we are the responsible ones for the devastation…
We have in mind that we are here just passing by, and we have no rights to take with us what should remain for the next generations.
I just love the working together you and Aunt Charlotte do!
Hugs
Cris
I learned this week that there is a microbe near the stomata of tree leaves that goes up with transpiration, and that microbe is the seed for a rain drop. When trees are taken, there is still water in the air but no seed. That is why deforestation is a factor in drought. I love that the seed of rain is life itself.
Michelle ~ yes, the whole interconnectedness topic is exciting and heady. Things always seem more complex and beautiful with a closer look. Felipé.x