…I’m tumbling like an echo…

When I left you all after that last post I filled up the rest of my MD and went outside to walk.

I decided to go behind my house into the woods. There I saw the results of the logging industry’s most near endeavours. An old walking path has become a full woods road, and there are trees left bleeding sap by the roadside. Mere meters from my favorite tree the forest stopped and gave way to clear cut land. All stumps and ugliness left in the name of human consumption. I swear I nearly shed a tear to know that one of the most eautiful places of my childhood may soon meet the same fate. It’s truly a shame to see such beautiful trees being destroyed.

Someone may wonder why I’m an environmentalist. The easy answer is that I recognize the beauty that we as humans help destroy, and the damage we do to our own lives by removing life and beauty from our world.

After that I walked down the main Dean road. I passed all the usual buildings. The church, Cyril and Gladys’ home, Lucy and Larry’s, Tony and Karen’s, Herald and Marie’s, and finally Gerry and Sharon’s. Then I came to a much older woods road.

There I walked until I came to a place I haven’t been for a couple years. There’s a great brook that has cut through the rocks and woods over the bank on one side… there’s a beautiful waterfall, rocks that look carved by human hands, and tall trees making it such a beautiful spot. I spent a while there before walking home.

Here I called Ashley, ate dinner and here I am.

2 comments on “…I’m tumbling like an echo…

  1. i know how you feel… when Rob and I used to go for walking in the woods, I looked around and saw all these places that had been cut out, I think because they plan on putting a new sub division back one of the roads. It made me horribly sad, not because I missed what used to be there, but because I never got the chance to enjoy what had been there…

    There are still a few beautiful places that exist back there, and I hope they don’t fall to the same fate. I fear the days in the future when there will be no places like that at all. It makes me so sad to think about…

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