The analogy with which I start this poem struck me in the face when I saw a downed redwood in Muir Woods National Monument Sunday.
REDWOOD HISTORY LESSON
Like a phonograph
Awaiting a needle for playback,
The trunks of fallen redwoods
Have music to play.
Of course, the needle is already there,
Attached to the living tree
The playback only has live stereo sound
When played live, or alive.
Please don’t cut the redwoods.
Living history is more than just a figure of speech.
— August 8, 2006
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