Ancient Trees, Cast Your Spells
Ancient Trees, Cast Your Spells
O' where are the very ancient trees swaying
moon beaming with band of coon hounds baying
Crystal nights casting shadows from tree to tree
earth crying out so for man's spirit to just see
Olden glades that stir the heart's lovin' ardor
make a man sing out and race on all the harder
Twisting undergrowth so magical in the making
Nature's harvest sitting there just for the taking
'Call of the wild', leaping about each aging giant
stirs man's heart to fire up to be brazenly defiant
Mighty woods standing against attacks by evil foes
cuts and gashes upon ancient trunks everywhere shows
O' when will man's great follies ever dare to cease
Protect such aging beauties by giving ever sweet relief
Robert J. Lindley. 07-25-2014
note:
Decades of Rampant Clearcutting in Our National Forests Is
Ruining America's Last Wild Forests.
America was once covered with one billion acres of towering
primeval forests. These forests were teeming with plants
and animals, a treasure-trove of evolutionary diversity
and biological richness. Giant, centuries-old trees had
trunkside and soared to the height of 30 story skyscrapers.
In the past 500 years, aggressive logging and development
have destroyed over 95% of these original forests.
The last remnants of America's virgin and natural forests,
with their unique and irreplaceable life, reside mostly
on our national forests. The 155 national forests cover a
large portion of our country, an area about the size of
California Oregon and Washington combined, and stretch
from Alaska to Florida. Most states have at least one
national forest.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
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