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The Future of Forestry

May 19 2017
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It takes a lot to get me bothered about poetry. But every now and again you happen upon a gem. One such is The Future of Forestry by Clives Staples Lewis. It's a beautiful poem which combines the themes of nostalgia, ages past and hope in the future.

How will the legend of the age of trees
Feel, when the last tree falls in England?
When the concrete spreads and the town conquers
The country’s heart; when contraceptive
Tarmac’s laid where farm has faded,
Tramline flows where slept a hamlet,
And shop-fronts, blazing without a stop from
Dover to Wrath, have glazed us over?
Simplest tales will then bewilder
The questioning children, “What was a chestnut?
Say what it means to climb a Beanstalk,
Tell me, grandfather, what an elm is.
What was Autumn? They never taught us.”
Then, told by teachers how once from mould
Came growing creatures of lower nature
Able to live and die, though neither
Beast nor man, and around them wreathing
Excellent clothing, breathing sunlight –
Half understanding, their ill-acquainted
Fancy will tint their wonder-paintings
Trees as men walking, wood-romances
Of goblins stalking in silky green,
Of milk-sheen froth upon the lace of hawthorn’s
Collar, pallor in the face of birchgirl.
So shall a homeless time, though dimly
Catch from afar (for soul is watchfull)
A sight of tree-delighted Eden.

There's also a band which takes its name from that poem. See below for one of their wonderful songs.

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I've been blogging on the internet since around 2005. First using hand-coded sites and then using CMS such as Nucleus, Wordpress and Joomla.

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