This was the forest primeval! The murmuring firs
and the hemlocks,
Disfigured by careless vandals, scarred and devoid
of foliage,
Stand as silent reminders -- as proof of some
human imprudence,
Stand like martyrs of old, hushed and grim in
the twilight.
This was the forest primeval, but where is its
radiant spirit
Which for ages before had sheltered and cared
for its people?
Where is the frolicking chipmunk, the graceful
deer or the beaver,
Where are the birds whose jubilant notes prevaded
the woodland?
Afar they have fled, dislodged from their homes
in the forest.
Compelled to retreat to safety or remain to a
death to the flames
Which, lashed by the winds into sweltering fury,
devoured the timber.
For naught but distruction lies in the path
of a fire!
* * * * * * * * * *
You, who believe in conserving for constant
possession.
You who include in your heart a love of the
wild life.
To refresh your mind and spirit by contact
with nature
Watch -- lest you kindle a spark of
destruction!
(C.F.B.)
Reprinted from Nature Notes, July 1, 1928
