Photo: Taken in the State Forest at Kirrup, Jarrah saplings, blackened by fire.
“Ancient trees are precious. There is little else on earth that plays host to such a rich community of life within a single living organism.” Sir David Attenborough
The Tree In you so much lives and finds its place, black beetle hiding in bark's gap, jumping spider sitting tight, some tiny creature on my leg, ants, as always, industrious building a super highway along your roots, diverting around scats, gifts to feed your soul, the wrens have found morsels in your folds, ring-necks perch your boughs, when the wind speaks you rustle an answer, your gaps and folds, your roots and boughs, door, lounge and porch, home for nearly everything within your generous eaves. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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What a lovely poem, Paul! ❤ I would not want to live in a world without trees! Here, fire is part of the cycle of nature that allows renewal of the land, but still, it is hard to see singed trees!
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Thank you very much Cheryl, yes, same here, the cycle of nature. There is a move to investigate the indigenous methodology, but the govt will is lacking. I guess you have similar plant needs – here the fire helps our native plants open and release their seeds?
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I think here, it has something to do with renewal of the understory and animal habitats, but I have not researched it, Paul. I know that in California, some trees depend on fire to reproduce.
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Sounds much the same, amazing how it works.
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Oh, I loved this poem. Thank you 😊
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Thank you so much for this. 🙂
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You’re very welcome!
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So well said, Paul.
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Thank you very much Sandy 🙂
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My pleasure.
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Lovely poem, Paul.
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Thank you so much Rupali, glad it had that impact. 🙂
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A beautiful ode to the wonder of trees. Where would we be without them?
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Compost methinks, they are the only real lifeline we have along with water. We’ve been utterly mad.
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I can’t argue with you, there. We have been mad.
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So true, Paul. Beautiful.
~David
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Glad to be at one on this of all things, thank you David for this 🙂
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Nurturing Mother Nature. Great!
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If only we’d tried sooner
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Spot on there, Paul.
I think back to the 50’s and what we were ‘innocently’ doing to the planet – it’s doomed now I fear…
And wars continue… Oh, dear!
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Sadly so Gerald, and to think they knew about this in 1846 (I was so young then), we’ve let our leaders do stuff-all about it.
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Love the I was so young, then!
Brought a smile to lighten things that did.
Merci mon ami.
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Merci beaucoup
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Beautifully expressed about trees, Paul!
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Thank you Amy, I know you love them.
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I love this poem 🌳
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Thank you very much Lesley 🙂
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This is so beautifully written! Lovely
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Thank you so much
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Ah, the tree is such an active member of nature’s community 😀
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