Now is the Time to Reforest America

Muir's view?

"Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed - chased and hunted down as long as fun or a dollar could be got out of their bark hides. Branching horns, or magnificent bole backbones. Few that fell trees plant them; nor would planting avail much towards getting back anything like the noble primeval forests. It took more than three thousand years to make some of the trees in these Western woods - trees that are still standing in perfect strength and beauty, waving and singing in the mighty forests of the Sierra. Through all the wonderful, eventful centuries God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand straining, leveling tempests and floods; but he cannot save them from fools - only Uncle Sam can do that. "

Excerpt from Battle for Oceanus Volume 2 in series

NINE


Nine as one out of the bay of Neah
Nine out to the Strait of Juan De Fuca
Nine rowing of the tribe of Makah
Nine searching for a cetacean
a sea hunt for these Olympians
they glide through waves slicing
thirty six feet of cedar
canoe for the sea heading
but finding white sails in the Sun
blazing ahead of the wind surging
high prows on twin hulls of fir
crew holding oars upright a man
in front holding forth his hand
No not hand but a wing
outstretched his face the likeness
of Thunderbird, Yimantuwinyai
his face dressed in a bird mask
the ancient mariner of Kixunai
in splendor returned like a king
` pointing to a spout of water
in the Strait nine rowed faster
in hot pursuit after the leviathan