Friday, June 10, 2005
Song of the Redwood
190 BCE Rome was a little village on the Tiber, and I was a young.
5 CE Christ was a little lad somewhere, but I was a giant.
400 CE Kalidasa wrote poetry and plays, while I sang with the clouds.
1220 CE Genghis’ shadow darkens Europe, while mine heals those below.
1600 CE Birds tell me strange white men walk where red feet ran.
1789 CE Who is this George Washington? My eyes grow weak.
1864 CE Now the black man is free, but where are my red friends?
1906 CE The earth trembles, and I see fair Francisco in flames!
1933 CE Men! Cruel men! No, not the axe!
Something I wrote, when I saw the trunk of the giant redwood tree in the Redwood national park, CA.
The tree was 2,200 years old when some men, perhaps 22 years old, had cut it down in1933. A slice of the tree trunk has been preserved for posterity, for us to see, with dated inscriptions on it.