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A Stand
by Maureen GlaudeA stand of pines.
A strange term --
are they at attention?
A firm row fighting for their principles?
Have they come too late
to find a seat, at this constant spectacle
of the Mazinaws lake and granite?
After the lumber barons clearcuts
and the rampant fires from lightning,
when the Bon Echo Inn burned down,
over the Narrows a perfect row
was planted these fine postured Evergreen
they call the new stand of pines
but on the rock, the Ancient Cedars
have stubbornly guarded their choice positions
some having taking root on the precipice
over a hundred years ago
and are not forsaking their
first-come reservations 12/03/2004 Author's Note: part of the project toward haibun on trees. This will section will probably be converted to prose.
Posted on 12/03/2004
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 12/04/04 at 12:05 AM Mmm, I really like this. The imagery and anthropomorphism are quite effective. Now I'm curious to see how your project progresses. One editorial correction: I think you mean "principles".... d:-) |
| Posted by Mike Loftis on 12/04/04 at 02:52 AM You paint quite a picture Maureen. Great read. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/04/04 at 03:18 AM A truly pleasant surprise and unexpected read, and great way to start off another weekend. Excellent close off in that last stanza in how you give the trees human-like personality. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/04/04 at 01:00 PM Ahhhh an environmentlist at heart! Great description. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 12/04/04 at 09:24 PM As always Mo... beautifly done, you take us to that stand.... Thank YOU |
| Posted by Dana E Brossard on 12/06/04 at 05:37 PM Very Nice! |
| Posted by Mark Maxey on 01/17/05 at 02:50 AM nice...loved the imagery and the fun attitude of this piece |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/23/05 at 05:08 AM Maureen - I am just slowly browsing thru your library. I study, work with, worry about, sell and am in awe of trees - this is a fantastic poem. I love the Ancient Cedars and their "first come reservations". |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 05/06/07 at 02:00 AM This poem, with power and visual grace, takes "a stand". The emphasis on "position" in its different senses really calls our attention, and the precipice as a chosen position, yes, this is life in its most fragile yet enduring exposition. Rich in language, imagery and meaning. And now even more so than ever. You and your poem... beautiful. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/06/07 at 04:22 AM Mo, you have chosen your words with all the grace and style I've come to associate with your writing. Congratulations on POTD! I hope Chris relays all the comments to you and it cheers you up! Feel better SOON! ;-) We miss you.
~Chelle~ |
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