Day 12 – Arthur made me cry!

6 Jul

If I asked you to tell me about a tree that’s special to you, would you be able to pick one? Or maybe you’d have to narrow it down to two or three special trees, but you could do it, right? I was asked to do this very thing during one of my master’s courses. Not only was I asked to pick that tree but I had to draw it and write a poem about it. The poem ‘Solace’ came easily, because I love to write (esp. poetry) but the drawing was more difficult. However, I didn’t even have to think about which tree it would be, not even for a split second. I love the big maple tree in the front of my parents’ cottage at Beulah.

Part of the tree was dead, but that didn’t matter because it was still very much alive. If you saw the tree in the winter time, you’d think it was dead. In fact, one spring Dad had to save it from the maintenance guy at the campground and his chain saw. Dad convinced him to wait and see how the leaves come out in the spring. I’m glad it didn’t get cut down.

If that tree could talk, oh the stories it would tell. From its central location out front, it has seen all the comings and goings from that busy cottage over the last 30 years. Its shade has sheltered my family from the sun, while we enjoyed the sights and sounds of the campground. Itwpid-img_11450084350642.jpeg has witnessed many teenage friendships and romances; it was there to shade the swing where both my babies napped. The swing under the tree was a favourite spot for everyone who stayed at or visited the cottage. The tree and the swing went together like peanut butter and jam. That tree has been an omniscient deciduous friend for 30 years and now it’s gone. Yesterday, hurricane Arthur took my maple down. What a sad day for the Boyce family!

Solace

We arrive one summer
to find bright orange tape around your generous middle;
like the mark of death,
your days are numbered.

They came with the angry chainsaw,
the growl of its hungry teeth
and the scent of gasoline seeping into the summer air
alerts us.

Papa is the one to save you.
Even though you’re dead on top,
Your benevolent branches still bestow sweet shade,
our solace on sunny summer days.

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2 Responses to “Day 12 – Arthur made me cry!”

  1. Gail July 12, 2014 at 8:28 AM #

    Sorry to hear you lost a beloved tree. Trees everywhere are dying prematurely…http://scienceblogs.com/gregladen/2013/01/29/whispers-from-the-ghosting-trees/

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