Photogragh of a Redwood Stump in Sepia

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 The human spirit needs places where
nature has not been rearranged
by the hand of man
Author Unknown

A metal rail now mocks the space

where a massive trunk once rose two hundred feet, 
and a long stairway, and a sign,and a doorway
 make up  ‘The Stump Hotel.’ 

As a roadside attraction this once magnificent tree
is more suggestive of an amputee
whose prosthesis
could never recapture the living limb or,
a whisper of the spark within.                                                      

                   
Think -
of the many who came and stood,
here on this altered stump.

Did anyone look up to see its phantom trunk
rising to the moon?


Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 9/12/2016 9:00:00 AM
This is so good especially the last stanza.
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Richard Lamoureux
Date: 9/12/2016 9:01:00 AM
Congrats on your win.
Date: 9/8/2016 11:02:00 AM
Hi Suz, Congratulations on your awesome win. Stop by my blog "Tonight I will Write" and enjoy your win. Always & Forever ~LINDA~
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Date: 3/26/2015 6:19:00 PM
Suzanne--This is poignant, wise, and beautiful. Thank you. Carol
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Date: 11/14/2014 9:47:00 AM
Oh my, this is amazing! Love the images of man-made objects 'mocking' the memories of the beautiful nature it destroyed.
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Date: 11/11/2014 7:28:00 PM
I am glad that people fought to stop them from destroying more of these beautiful trees...lovely write
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Date: 11/10/2014 2:03:00 PM
Wow, great observation, Suzanne. You brought it all to a peak with that last line - it's phantom trunk rising to the moon. Judging by our soupmail conversations and poetry that you write, I can see that you are very much a nature girl. Technology and modernization is great and all... but even the techiest (is that a word?) need to be reminded of the rawness and beauty of mother nature.
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