Poet-tree

While I was out doing forest mensuration earlier this month, I began singing to lighten the mood with my friends and to pass the time. The song turned out to be a hit!

I returned to the lodge and sat down at the piano to put it to music. The product was very popular with nearly everyone, especially girls. I'll have to keep this in mind for the future....

"Tree Lover"

Intro...
Chorus:
I am a tree lover.
I am a tree hugger.
Note: exchange with sleeper, feller, climber, keeper, etc. as necessary

Verses:
I want to wrap my arms around you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I want to sleep in you all-night, all-night.

Bridge:
When I saw it,
I started to love it.
In fact,
I started to covet.

Because....

Chorus

I will see about posting video on this.
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Nickrosis
 
Yes, I did get very sick of it all. Who's asking?

Here is the video of my song. It's 3.66MB, so don't try this if you have a slow modem - I made it as small as I could, but it's still huge for anyone without DSL or Cable modems. I won't have it available for long because it is hosted on our company's website - which costs money.
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Enjoy this roughly recorded song.
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Tree Lover

Nickrosis
 
Trees, by Harry Behm
From The Little Hill, 1949

Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow

And spread a shade for sleepy cows,
And gather birds among their boughs.

They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our houses of,

And leaves to burn on Hallowe?en,
And in the Spring new buds of green.

They are the first when day?s begun
To touch the beams of morning sun,

They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes in to night,

And when a moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby

Of sleepy children long ago . . .
Trees are the kindest things I know.
 
arborists are, of course, artists at work in trees, but it's obvious that some of you are also artists when you're out of them.

i have a non-commercial website that i started mainly for pest management diagnosis purposes (it's easier to talk about a condition with a picture to look at), but i expanded it because - well, i don't know. i have some pages in the embryonic stage that i'm calling ArboArt, and i'd like to see that section grow. it's not necessarily art involving trees - just artwork and writing created by arborists.

i've got jps' haikus and keith babberney's poem and awesome chess set (he promises more sculpture photos) posted in two of four categories i've tentatively set up.

if you just want to see the work, check it out by starting here - http:www.missouri.edu/~quinnl/trees/arboart/gallery1.html - the pages are all linked together, so you should be able to navigate around the ArboArt section from any of them.

AND the main reason for my posting - if any of the others of you are inclined at all to share any of your similar talents, PLEASE send me photos or writings.

hope to hear from some of you....

m
 
The tale of the tree warrior

is not silenced

with the giant's fall.

E'en when hostile life

has long feasted on his bole and bough

his lifeless frame

yet tells of battles past

with storm and tribulation

and to the understanding eye tells silently

where bold Achilles' heel lay waiting

till death's arrow

met its mark.

(Author unknown)

I've been meaning to put this up on a plaque on a 10 foot diameter redwood I had to dismantle. It was a prominant tree (and one of the first seeds that Douglas brought back from the states in 1851!)
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[ August 27, 2002: Message edited by: MrPez ]
 
Travel worn pioneers , who have been tossed about like boulders in flood-time, are thronging hither as to a kind of terrestrial heaven, resolved to rest. They build, and plant, and settle, and so come under natural influences. When a man plants a tree he plants himself. Every root is an anchor, over which he rests with grateful interest, and becomes sufficiently calm to feel the joy of living. He necessarily comes sufficiently calm to feel the joy of living. He necessarily make the acquaintance of the sun and the sky. Favorite trees fill his mind, and, while tending them like children, and accepting the benefits they bring, he becomes himself a benefactor. He sees down through the brown common ground teeming with colored fruits, as if it were transparent, and learns to bring them to the surface. What he wills he can raise by true enchantment. With slips and rootlets, his magic wands, they appear at his bidding. These and the seeds he plants, are his prayers, and, by them brought into right relations with God, he works grander miracles every day than ever were written.

- John Muir (steep trails)



jp
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THIS WOOD, ONCE A LIVING THING,
IS QUIET AND RESTING NOW
ON ITS LONG JOURNEY BACK TO THE EARTH.
IN ITS PRIME, IT WAS A TREE.
AND WHAT IS A TREE, BUT
THE EARTH REACHING FOR THE SUN.

--Japanese, from the 16th year of the Heiseia era
 
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