by R.G. Trepanier
October 9, 2004
I walked in the woods today.
The woods - quiet, serene,
once ringing with the shouts and screams
of children as their toboggan deposited them in
a snowdrift ... or listening to the swish...
swish as kids on cardboard sleds
slide down a carpet of pine needles.
The woods were quiet today.
only the bluejays, chipmunks, and the other
inhabitants of the lofty branches and the
lower ground seemed to appreciate the
reason for its existence.
The woods -
soon to be the site for houses, and
garages, swingsets and pools, seems to have
lost its hold on young people and
kids ... who used to romp, ski, slide and
play in its vastness, the occasional
slap of a mosquito, and the seasonal
"Ma, I found a woodtick!"
Today I heard a chain saw eat
its way through another tree.
The woods are dying.
Teachings of a Three Year Old... Turned Tyke,
by Hal Evan Caplan.
A father learns from the wisdom of his toddler.