Poem: The Forest
The loggers leave a path:
mud streaks, hewn branches, stumps,
scarred trees, boulders askew-
marks left as if a titan has been dragged
screaming through the forest.
The formerly peaceful walk
through the worshiping trees is now
a tormented vision as of a battlefield done,
the leavings of Grendel's feast
And next year they will be marked
again with circles of paint
like numbers tattooed on wrists
waiting for the train.
The conversation of the trees
is now stunted--
a stricken, amazed
The caretakers count
their 30 pieces of silver.
The loggers count their
board-feet and drink another beer.
When I was a young reader, my three favorite books set in forests were: Green Mansions by William Henry Hudson; The Yearling by Marjorie Rawlings and The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann Wyss. Perhaps it is time to dust off the library shelf and give one of these to a young reader. And now, as an adult, I just read The Secret Garden by Burnett which definitely belongs on this list although it takes place in a garden rather than a forest.