PEACE from TREES

Silent Spring Becomes

SILENT SPRING BECOMES
Once upon a time
was what cast the spell on us
We've grown younger than that:

The tunes that now turn us to the core are of a time
when we spend whole days walking
the same slope
Uninterrupted...

From highest mountain all the way down
A time of no cutslope, no toe, no sidecast,
no culvert or bridge
no water bars no gravel line against the grain
so vast there's nary a traverse or tramling by mammals
Just endless green botanical splendor...
Endless slopes amid slopes amid
uninterrupted well rooted slopes
never ending until river and ocean...

The rain and wind and all life's growing
it will never cease to shape mama's body
to quench mama's thirst
to salve her wounds
with erosion and new roots...

It starts with a message from the lake
the lake of the oldest and largest of old trees still living...
Patches of islands, groves un-sawed
of calm and return
the biggest known Cedar lives here
still just barely it lives...

Lives and grows on the other side
To the north, through lake shimmer...
through within
throught roots of you
under the earth and out in the stars...
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photos and poems by Deane TR --->copyright 2003

PEACE from TREES