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The Unheard Sound

Updated on November 26, 2011

Seeing the tree, not the forest...

See it standing there

Stacked up like the fresh cut slices of a great sperm whale,

Waiting to yield up its light and heat to a wasteful world.

It too had felt the flow of another sea along its sides,

And delighted in the races it had won over its own kind.

Others had delighted in it, too, before the harvester's blade

Had severed its last crucial vein,

And struck it down from its lofty realm.

It had been a source of delight to the passerby

And an old friend to its human neighbor,

A supporter of sorts to those of its own kind.

One might almost say it was a landmark

Of the past and present,

Each year rich and lean in its turn.

Now it must vanish as if it never was,

Save for its likeness to a dead man's beard

Which shows its stubble of expected growth,

But cannot long remain.

Oh who are you, struck down so soon

To serve a vain Man's vanity ?

Has he no mercy for your object of his brutal joke

That there is no sound

Where there is no human ear to hear?

Surely your neighbors hear their own death knell

In your untimely fall.

First reaction....

What was your first reaction when you first saw the massive beauty of a redwod tree?

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      Eddie Carrara 6 years ago from New Hampshire

      Yes, I had seen the old man several times growing up, in fact I have climbed to the top of Cannon Mountain several times and stood on his head, or close to it,I have some wonderful photos of what it's like to stand on top of the world, you realize just how small you really are when you are surrounded by these massive mountains of granite. I would have taken many more pictures of the old man if I had only know it's fate. We have a couple more natural stone profiles in the state, one is called the Indian Head, it is located in Lincoln NH, ill have to write a hub on it and add some pictures.

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      Demas W Jasper 6 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Thanks. The wood pile in the photo is Chinese Elm and Cherry. I will eventually put on a Redwood, too. Manolie saw them last summer for he first time, and one of our sons was there when Natonal Geographic had a photographer doing a piece; we may see that soon, unless I missed it already. Aren't you glad you saw "The Great Stone Face" before you could only see its likeness on a 25-cents piece!?

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      Eddie Carrara 6 years ago from New Hampshire

      I have never had the experience of seeing the great redwoods in person, but have always wanted to, it is one trip added to my bucket list. Great poem, I had a visual of the harvester blade, well written, indeed!! voted up and interesting

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      Tammy 6 years ago from North Carolina

      I love how you personify the redwood and its neighbors.. You have a great poetic style. I love nature and this really spoke to me. Beautiful!

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      Frank Atanacio 6 years ago from Shelton

      This was clear and cut to the chase-- I loved it.. and the way this feature poem started.. had me already feeling the words :)