Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our hostess for the Friday Fictioneers photoprompt.
This week her choice is supplied by Dale Rogerson.
Thank you ladies!
Like tears, the leaves gently fall,
Shed in sorrow and grief
At what had become of their comrades,
Their lives being all too brief.
When will Man understand
The importance of trees such as they,
Why must they be felled and dissected
To be burned, take the chill off the day?
Stacked and displayed, just like this,
The leaves of Autumn are shed,
Nature’s tears for the fallen once living,
Now discarded and dead.
I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
It is sad, for sure… Especially when there are less harmful ways of heating. It is such a warm heat, though 🙂
We saw the log piles in the woods before we left the area and were gutted when we realised they were all destined to be MDF or plywood. We’ve been back and the woods are not the same, though they have planted some different trees to those felled.
Ugh. At lesat they planted other ones. Not a total loss.
true, but it took a while
Yes, I’ve no doubt.
The leaves will be back next year, like tears slipping back up cheeks
At least trees are a renewable resource when managed properly! Sadly most trees are just cleared away for “progress” and to put in a parking lot!
or made into cheap furniture
A poignant story Di.
Love this! Well done!
I remember hearing of somewhere that’s planting three young trees for every mature one felled.
And so they should. It took ages for the forestry commission to make good on their promise to replant, but they seemed to have planted fir trees rather than pine.
When I was 10, e moved to Oregon. Traveling to the beach one day, we drove through the vast area of the Tillamook Burn, where acres and acres of trees and undergrowth had been turned to charcoal. It was devastation. But some years later, taking the same drive, we saw the evidence of how the forest was restoring itself, with tender green brush, and saplings that would become strong, beautiful trees. It was a good lesson for me. I’m glad for the reforestation efforts some logging companies make. It shows they’ve developed a conscience! But, left to itself, the forest will recover.
I remember seeing the forestry industry in various stages in NZ Linda. There were acres with felled ‘stubble’, then more areas with green saplings, and then areas with trees in various ‘years’. It was interesting to see how it all worked.
My granddaughter lives in NZ, got an environmental degree in University there. She loves the forests in NZ.
Smart granddaughter Linda.
She is. She wanted to do her master’s in Scotland, but NZ is locked down tight. If she leaves, she won’t be able to return for the foreseeable future.
Hope she can stay.
Powerful words to go with a powerful picture. Enjoyed reading this.
I love trees and this poem truly breaks my heart💜
Us too Willow, and it was one of the reasons why the forestry commission’s devastation in the woods hit us so hard.
It’s painful isn’t it 💜
It is, but at least they have replanted some now.
Well done 💜
Beautiful poetry — I often find dversepoets.com to be a wonderful site to submit poetry.
This whole replanting thing….it really is problematic. Most of the cases I’ve seen involve well-meaning and enthusiastic people who plant and disappear. Many saplings do not survive such careless planting. Others plant trees that were the cheapest to buy, for a given firm or forest commission, whatever was there before. In both cases the concept of variety seems to have evaded them.
Thank you. I’ll be writing a piece later about our walk in the woods today
Just posted it.
That was a good read!
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.
I love going out to the woods and sitting around a fire – but we do need to find better ways to heat ourselves and we need to preserve our precious trees, or at least use them for beautiful buildings and furniture that lasts and lasts and make sure we plant and look after more trees!
I enjoyed the gentle sadness of your poem. I hope that the promises of governments and corporations to restore tree cover over large areas of countryside will be honoured.
Thanks Penny. We went back to the woods on Saturday and it is recovering well. I took lots of pictures of the trees and pathways.