nedful things

That poem and the story of your tree are so firmly burned as pictures in my mind. That is beautiful.
Thank you, Ned. I love trees.
Liz

Thanks Liz. Funny thing is, I had already written this before I saw Mark's poem about his tree. I find that happens sometimes in the blogosphere, the same ideas emerging in different places at the same time. It is like a creative energy. So glad you liked this one.
Ned

In praise of trees!

All hail mighty branch
And root!
Bigger in the memory
Than ever were
In time
gone
and living ever
somewhere in my mind

The creative energy you speak of continues!

You seem to be in poetry mode Mark, I know how that can be. Sometimes I want to post something else but poetry keeps coming out over and over. It is a weird thing, don't you think? Kinda takes over.

That is very much where I'm at right now. Try as I might I just can't break free yet. Must. Resist. Urge.

Mark, do resist the urge to follow too many of those poetry links or blogs. You are much better than most of them are and we don't want you to pick up bad habits before you hit your stride. If I were really selfless I would tell you not to read my poetry either to avoid bad influences, but I need the traffic.

Glod says: Did you kill a tree Ned?

Hey Glod, there were about 20 of those spam comments, all from the same IP which is now added to my firewall, I get them occasionally.
I deleted your comment too before I noticed you weren't one of the spam comments, there were so many it was like rote: click, delete, click, delete... This email is only for the blog, thank goodness, and thank goodness for email comment notification. Thanks for looking out for me buddy.

Glod ponders: Why does my computer do that to me? Why?

I will remove the double posting Glod, and no, I haven't killed a tree recently. I did just lose a hardy houseplant to neglect, but on the bright side, the children and the bird are still alive.

If a tree dies in the forest, can you hear it scream? Not if it dies of numbness...great imagery Ned!

Spiderbeavis, anxious for more wise commentary on his site from Ned and all her fine visitors :-p

Numbness is the slowest way to die, it's almost as bad as not being numb for the slow process that dries you out and leaves you brittle and fragile. And what escape could be made with a match...

I thought of initials carved in trees..but even the big redwoods fall eventually.
beautiful verses Ned

True Janus, there is always mortality. Carving initials is a way to try to achieve some immortality, to always be part of something but as you say, even the redwoods eventually fall.