“We depend on the forest, and the forest depends on us.” Nito Uvenibo (PNG)
Here I Stand Once I was a forest, I ventured here long ago where I saw many scenes until the sudden impact of anthropocene and, saddened, disillusioned with your devalued schemes, I surrendered to the tranche of your salt and cull, wrapped in dollar bills and bricks, where you promised the earth to all but me, yet here I stand, holding the ground, resisting the tide of your desire to cut me, burn me, rip me, turn me, own me; in silence I point to life within me, even now the centipede, ant and moth reside, while the grains of time know me as a lodge at the edge of existence; here I am, alone, together, against your march on all life. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Yowzaverse! Stand your ground, my twiggy brother!
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Together we go, I detect a compatriot nature lover.
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This poem needs to be shouted from the rooftops.
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Thank you Liz, encouraged by that, I feel like shouting 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul. I have it in my head that Tweeting the poem is the equivalent of shouting it from the rooftops. (Not that I’ve ever attempted to climb onto the roof of my house.)
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I like that thought, yes twitter as shouting. The roof is in fact not an easy space to negotiate, but then, I’m no longer ten.
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We had a metal roof put on our house several years ago so that the snow would slide off. I expect people would, too.
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I never have but enough recorded evidence to leave me with caution.
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Excellent!
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Thank you Cheryl
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Brilliant and the tree sure stands alone and has gone through so much of our human madness. Awesome picture and poem.
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Yes, much madness, thank you so much.
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Always welcome.
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We should learn the level of duty and responsibility from….
Very effective in very simple words!
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If trees could speak, they would probably write poetry.
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Yes, Or make music, similar, but yes, creative life.
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Feel the pain… Well written, Paul.
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Thank you Amy, yes the tragedy.
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My heart aches when I see what is happening to the living things that have supported us from the beginning. If we don’t change our ways we will know their pain first hand.
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Yes, a day will come when we rue not doing more sooner. Still hoping for new turns though 🙂
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Many thanks Punam.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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😊👏✨
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Love this! There is such strength in trees.
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They are so majestic even in death they offer life, thank you for sharing that.
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I’ve been reading and watching about the communal life of trees. Fascinating. You are welcome.
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Reblogged this on NEW OPENED BLOG > https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thank you 🙂
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Its a great cry out, for saving the nature. Les hope also the responsible one will hear. xx Michael
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Yes, hoping, hoping.
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They only way we can go. xx
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So so true – well said
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Thank you very much for that.
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