Do you see a tiny dark creature at the base of one of the forest giants? It’s Emma the Explorer.
Look at me, Anneli. I’m at the foot of the Empire State Tree. I can’t climb, and there’s no elevator. It sure looks huge from where I am. Click to make the picture bigger and maybe you’ll see me. I’m black and have a white nose.
Giant cedars standing tall, Many here have yet to fall, Others tumbled to the lake, Fell so hard the earth did shake. Still they keep their feet on shore, Though they won't grow anymore, Flooding waters soaked their boots, And by force they lost their roots. What these giant trees have seen, Since they first began to lean, Has a bear once scratched his hide, On the cedar's sunny side? Has a buck his antlers rubbed, Losing velvet as he scrubbed? Did an eagle perched aloft, Make his nest there, downy soft? Cedars lying in the lake, Tangle trout that lures do take, Lucky fish will break the line, Swim away and feel just fine. Silent sentinels await, And one day they'll meet their fate, Younger trees will then stand guard, While the old ones fall down hard. But the cycle carries on, Wood in water will be gone, Many seasons come and go, And the young have room to grow.
May 19, 2021 at 5:22 am
They certainly are gigantic.
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May 19, 2021 at 8:03 am
Yes, they’re pretty big, Pit, but there are way bigger ones. These just happened to be in a place where we made a pit stop for Emma.
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May 19, 2021 at 6:44 am
They are really beautiful.
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May 19, 2021 at 8:07 am
Thanks, Jill. It was very quiet there. Lovely.
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May 19, 2021 at 7:36 am
Those cedars are huge and beautiful trees. The poem is very nice.
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May 19, 2021 at 8:09 am
Thank you, Ursula. I have fun with the poems, and the trees and greenery in that place were so fresh and clean.
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May 19, 2021 at 7:52 am
What a lovely, calming poem, Anneli. And the darling dog is so cute, watching you.
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May 19, 2021 at 8:11 am
She was very much in tune with us the whole time we were camping. Had to do whatever we were doing. She’s great company.
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May 19, 2021 at 9:42 am
Dogs are like that, well, if you don’t happen to have a friendly neighborhood squirrel.
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May 19, 2021 at 11:37 am
The woods are one of my favourite places to walk. Your poem does a fine job of describing why.
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May 19, 2021 at 11:51 am
It might have been a bit thick to go very far, but the accessible parts were beautiful and I’m sure you would have loved it there.
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May 19, 2021 at 11:47 am
Oh Emma, you are such a sweet pup. Your two-legged family members love you so much, you lucky girl.
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May 19, 2021 at 11:54 am
Yes, I’m afraid we’ve spoiled her a lot. There’s no going back now.
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May 19, 2021 at 11:53 am
I could barely make her out and wouldn’t have noticed her if you hadn’t said to look! Those trees are amazing and your poem is such a lovely tribute.
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May 19, 2021 at 11:55 am
Thanks, Lynette. She is a small dog, but up against those big trees, she is even smaller. And thanks for the nice comment about the poem.
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May 21, 2021 at 6:53 pm
Wow! None as big as those in Nova Scotia.
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May 21, 2021 at 9:24 pm
Lots of them here.
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May 22, 2021 at 3:16 am
😍
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May 23, 2021 at 1:22 pm
Anneli, your poem captures the essence of nature’s life cycle. Thanks for sharing along with your inquisitive photo.
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May 23, 2021 at 1:30 pm
Thank you for the encouragement. Glad you enjoyed it.
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May 26, 2021 at 3:56 pm
Love your poem. Looks like a great place to stop and explore, especially for doggy, so much to sniff!!
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May 26, 2021 at 4:01 pm
I sometimes wonder what she smells. It must be an interesting world for her.
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