Comments on: The Wonder of a Tree http://wonderofcreation.org/2008/11/17/the-wonder-of-a-tree/ "Wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted." —Job 9:10 Tue, 13 Mar 2012 16:18:17 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: rdrcomp http://wonderofcreation.org/2008/11/17/the-wonder-of-a-tree/comment-page-1/#comment-106 rdrcomp Mon, 17 Nov 2008 19:48:50 +0000 http://www.wonderofcreation.org/?p=764#comment-106 I love trees also, and although I'm of the senior status as you are, I, uh, don't climb them any more. Your run in with a robin does bring back a memory of my boyhood: I used to collect bird nests (after the family left of course), and I spotted one in a Virginia pine tree that looked abandoned from the ground. It was not, and I found out the hard way. As I approached slowly through the maze of pine limbs in front of me, the mother of all mother birds became annoyed at my presence. She was a very angry Blue Jay, and not a bit cautious about getting me away from her nest. Like a Kamikaze she dived bombed me in that pine tree and down I came scratched from top to bottom by those pine branches, never to climb to a nest again. I still have a healthy respect for mother birds. But I too love trees, and being near them (not up in them). Remember about the third or fourth grade memorizing Alfred Joyce Kilmer's poem Trees? "I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree...poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree." In western NC, we have the Joyce Kilmer memorial forest where perhaps the oldest old growth tree stand in eastern America is located. A 2 mile path through the forest leads a hiker through some of the most wonderful virgin hardwood in the Appalachian Mountains. I think also of the ruined country of Haiti, where for the most part, there are no trees, they were all cut down for profit without any regard for the benefits that would be lost to future generations. It is my hope that as more of us check out this blog, we get serious about our care of creation. I know I am getting a lot more serious. Thanks again, Dean, for what you are bringing us. I love trees also, and although I’m of the senior status as you are, I, uh, don’t climb them any more. Your run in with a robin does bring back a memory of my boyhood: I used to collect bird nests (after the family left of course), and I spotted one in a Virginia pine tree that looked abandoned from the ground. It was not, and I found out the hard way. As I approached slowly through the maze of pine limbs in front of me, the mother of all mother birds became annoyed at my presence. She was a very angry Blue Jay, and not a bit cautious about getting me away from her nest. Like a Kamikaze she dived bombed me in that pine tree and down I came scratched from top to bottom by those pine branches, never to climb to a nest again. I still have a healthy respect for mother birds.

But I too love trees, and being near them (not up in them).

Remember about the third or fourth grade memorizing Alfred Joyce Kilmer’s poem Trees? “I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree…poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.”

In western NC, we have the Joyce Kilmer memorial forest where perhaps the oldest old growth tree stand in eastern America is located. A 2 mile path through the forest leads a hiker through some of the most wonderful virgin hardwood in the Appalachian Mountains.

I think also of the ruined country of Haiti, where for the most part, there are no trees, they were all cut down for profit without any regard for the benefits that would be lost to future generations.

It is my hope that as more of us check out this blog, we get serious about our care of creation. I know I am getting a lot more serious.

Thanks again, Dean, for what you are bringing us.

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