Pinus Attack Not Really

(Sapphic Poetry with Adonics rhyming abbc)

The inspiration to write this poem came from Robb Kloss, an environment enthusiast. His spiritual place is the Ruahine Ranges in New Zealand. If you would like to know more about this Kiwi-American here is the link to his website http://ruahineramblings.blogspot.com/



When the mild west wind with its sunny graces,
Peeps above Ruahine tops unyielding;
Campers pitch small tents on the grassy clearing.
Trailer habitat.

Summer outdoors bring to the fore a vision;
Mother earth gives life to the weak and hefty;
Stop and think, good grief the abuse aplenty;
Tainting forestscape.

Ticking clock raced pass the days amid the joy;
Swaying pine trees wine to the song of critters;
Day and night Vinegar Hill's river showers,
Drenching the kayaks.

Mother spreads glee from the head to toes on feet;
Pretty dusk, dawn creeps into woods and valley;
Lofty trees furlong from the kids in trolly;
Sage in a green land.

Trekking through woodland camera on shoulder;
Eerie, grotesque trees of pinus I plainly
Saw in sad state, sapping and oozing slowly;
Pruning pinus bark.

Good for tree farm breeding, to make it unique;
Seeing large bruise mark is for science tapping;
Bigger cone-seeds, mixing of genes from cloning;
Helping with lab-work.




















©Paterika Hengreaves
January 2009