Redwoods, a lament

We are all on edge in Sonoma County and other California locales contending with raging wildfires amid COVID-19. The news this week that Big Basin, California's first state park, was consumed by flames hit me hard. It was the first place my husband, Jim, and I took our daughter camping.

What a time of bliss it was to look up, up toward the tops of ancient trees, to sit around a campfire while raccoons peered from behind bushes, waiting for us to turn in so they could see what we might have left behind, to read about the park's history at the visitor's center while friendly staff answered all our questions.

Then I heard that flames invaded parts of Armstrong Woods, a gorgeous redwood preserve closer to where we now reside. We don't know what will survive once the flames are brought under control or what will be renewed in coming years. Right now, we don't even know which ways the fires will spread today or what the effects of dry lightning predicted for the next couple of days will be.

I was sorting through papers, deciding what to pack up in case we are ordered to evacuate when "Greenfields," a lament from the Sixties came to mind. I came up with new lyrics expressing my sorrow about the fate of the redwoods.

Redwoods

By Laura McHale Holland

Once there were redwoods kissed by the sun

Once there were rivers where salmon used to run

Once there were rain clouds aplenty high above

Once we were living beside the woods we love

Where are the forests that we used to roam?

Redwoods are gone now, scorched in the sun

Gone are the rivers where salmon used to run

Gone with the hot flames that tore into these parts

Gone with the families that fled with broken hearts

Where are the forests that we used to roam?

I'll never know what made us look away

How can we do nothing when red clouds mar the day?

I only know we're choked by tragedy

Sleepless and lamenting all who have to flee

Still, we are hoping that we can end the burn

Still, we are searching for what we have to learn

We can't be happy upended on the roam

We can't be happy until we save our home

Home by the forests that we used to roam

 

I will appreciate your comments. Be safe.

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