Saturday, November 9, 2019

A Voice for Every Fallen Tree,

Photography by Sarolta Ban
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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 81


"Fields have eyes and woods have ears."  ~John Heywood


There is a sermon that is never preached
Yet songs ring out like prayers on every leaf
It is a plea it is a cause
For what could be and what once was
Complacent ears can never hear
The song of woe that rings so clear
But open hearts and open minds
Can hear each part and every line
They become a vocalist in the choir
And learn to sing and never tire
It is a plea it is a cause
For what could be and what once was.


“The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.” 
  ~Nelson Henderson

21 comments:

  1. A beautiful rendition of what once was and what could be! I love the flow and rhythm of this poem. A lovely poem Carrie. We must rid ourselves of complacent ears.

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    1. Thank you Regina, and you are very right, we must be done with the complacency so many hold. So glad you joined us at the Muse this week!

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  2. I'm a great proponent of rhyming poetry, Carrie, and this is balm to my soul! Beautiful write!

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  3. I adore that quote at the bottom. I am very fond of trees and have about ten of them in my back yard. They are my friends and I check on them every day.

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    1. Yes I love that quote too and I can relate...trees are wonderful friends!

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  4. You had me at: ''complacent ears can never hear''

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    1. Thank you so much Petru. It is wonderful to have you join us today!

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  5. I do love trees and we have a lot in our garden, so this song spoke to me.

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  6. Ah, this is wonderful, Carrie! I love the quote too. We need to plant a kazillion trees on this planet to replace those that are burning.

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    1. Thank you Sherry and yes we need to plant a bazillion tree indeed!

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  7. I always enjoy a good rhyming scheme and this one is wonderful. I like the message I hear , we should only take what is needed and for every cut tree one should be planted to replenish
    nature and it's balance.

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    1. Thank you so much Truedessa! Yes I wish that ballance of replacing what is cut could be what is done. It is sad and a great loss.

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  8. This is lovely. I'd love to hear it sung or chanted, as it feels to me as if there is music just above the lines.

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    1. Thank you so much Chrissa! It did feel like a chant as I wrote it.

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  9. Oh, I love this...I grew up in a small house surrounded by trees. I learned the language and feel the heartbreak of their loss. You too must have learned it early. :)

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    1. I did Susie, and my first poem was about the beautiful tree by our house.

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  10. I love this poem, Carrie. The quote underneath it is perfect.

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  11. "Complacent ears can never hear" - How true!

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  12. "And learn to sing and never tire" I absolutely adore that idea. Even the words repeat in the refrain, the song rings out clear and true.

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