A Wooden Stake
Just down yonder in the darkness of night the Cheewhat Giant feels the plight
While somewhere in the forest deep the Western screech owls feel the heat
There is a battle that has taken hold at the Fairy Creek logging road
The yellow cedars that the Cheewhat Giant feels hold the weight of the axe man’s yield
Still though they naturally stand tall while bravely awaiting the axe to fall
As the promise of morning gives rise to light of day the trees seem fated without a say
Thankfully the Rainforest Flying Squad encouraged by the Northern Red legged frog
Continues to also bravely stand up tall while diligently sending out the urgent call
It is the call of the Northern Goshawk’s song of hope that with trust and grace will lay to rest
This weary battle for the grand and holy ancient rain forests that house the nests
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I’m a Delta, BC resident who writes poetry as a way to explore and understand myself and the wider world. My love of trees, the environment, poetry and the written word continue to inspire me.
I have been thinking about Fairy Creek for some time, about the issues and the folks involved. These poems are a token of my appreciation to the folk who are out there being visibly committed to the cause of the wellness of trees, our planet and all of us as a whole.