They cling to flat horizons
only to be bent and wizened
by the north wind’s blast
that steams in from the coast.
It sculpts them into humps and twists
that loom from drifting sea mists
as giants, witches and hobgoblins,
wild animals and dragons.
Here and there they come together,
huddling against the weather,
hedgerows, small woods, copses
and swathes of ancient forest.
Trees command the landscape,
broad-leaved warriors that escaped
the Bronze Age deforestation,
once providing food and habitation
for villages and hamlets
spreading at their roots,
now exhaling oxygen to reset
this disintegrating planet.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd March 2021

My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Deforestation (Last Stand at Fairy Creek) on World Poetry Day
Sherry is back this Monday with an essay about Fairy Creek, a forest near to where she lives, ‘some of the very last of the old growth left on Vancouver Island’ that also happens to be unceded Pacheedaht territory, and photographs to show what is happening to beautiful, ancient trees.
Sherry describes what is happening as ‘‘talk and log’ with government, while the logging companies decimate, not just trees, but ecosystems, water systems, habitat for wildlife, the biodiversity necessary for health and survival of all species. Including us. While scientists and conservationists frantically search for technological responses to the climate crisis, they are cutting down the best absorbers of carbon on the planet: trees.’
Sherry has plenty of personal experience of blockading this kind of logging, whereas I have, thankfully, never experienced any large-scale clearing of woodlands or forest where I live. I’m heartbroken whenever our willow has to be pruned away from the overhead power cables that cross our garden and can’t imagine that kind of decimation.
Also linked to Sumana’s prompt on ‘overcoming’ at What’s Going On? on 28th August 2024.
So beautiful!
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Thank you very much, Lucy!
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What a fantastically gnarly poem!
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Thank you, Misky! We have so many gnarly trees, especially along the coast roads. Even the trees in our garden are gnarly!
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A beautiful poem. We have those wind-bent scraggly old ones too, on the dunes beside the sea. It is wonderful to think that your Norfolk guardians escaped earlier deforestation. They will have to work extra hard storing carbon, with so many big trees gone across the globe. I feel the same as you when there is even pruning of trees. It is terrible to watch whole forests fall. Heartbreaking.
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We are very lucky with our forests in the UK, and with the laws protecting ancient trees.
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I’m glad you brought to light how trees nourish our air. They are natural purifiers 😊
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Thank you, Patti! 🙂
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Great poem. We do need all the trees across the planet to replenish our impoverished atmosphere.
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Thank you, Suzanne. I couldn’t live in a place where there were few or no trees.
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Such trees — mighty, twisted, windblown relics fighting for the planet.
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I could just imagine those wizened, hobgoblin-shaped forms as you described them Kim. Long may the trees of Norfolk stand!
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So well done, and an important cause to raise awareness, no matter where we live!
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Thank you, Tiffany!
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What beautiful picture you have painted in my mind.
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Thank you kindly.
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You are welcome 🙂
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😊
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Trees have stories of overcoming, for sure, on this imperiled planet, trying to survive when humans are so many, encroaching everywhere. It was good to look bak at this poem and remember Fairy Creek. Logging is going on there. Unbearable.
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I’m sad that the logging at Fairy Creek hasn’t stopped .
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I like how you made the reset like a deep breath.
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This poem shows that rebirth is possible. The last stanza is so hopeful!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Too many old growth trees have been brought down all over the world – the ones that still stand may not be enough to work as the lungs of the planet … Sadly even if our little neck of the woods is safe, the overall impact means we are not immune from climate change… nothing more beautiful than an acient tree standing in the wind telling its story…
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We are lucky to still have lots of ancient woodland in the UK. I just hope it stays that way.
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You really bring the magic of the landscape to life..makes me want to run out and embrace a knotted tree to feel its power – Jae
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Thank you, Jae. I hug our silver birch most days.
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“Trees command the landscape,
broad-leaved warriors…” The lines remind me of the trees taking over the landscape of Chernobyl along with the fauna. Nature’s immense power rebounded here from degradation. A beautiful poem, Kim.
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Thank you, Sumana.
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Yes. Beautiful. “now exhaling oxygen to resetthis disintegrating planet” Bent and shaped, they are a magical beauty.
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Thank you, Susan.
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