Tree's are like humans in the way of not lasting forever and for that matter we don't care about what we hit below. Limbs are constantly being dropped. A tree tells its story inside the rings of the trunk and limbs. Unlike a tree so many feel no need to tell our story. Yet we lived...

Living in the present means our past has no real voice. We can learn from it but we can't live in it. A very difficult walk. Because the past is what we've got!

Nearly everything we do other's don't understand who what why when and where? In fact many of us don't understand ourselves either.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Our leaders can't seem to find any room in their hearts to locate newer ways to get along and replenish their communities. This stuff travels down the ranks onto the streets of the everyday world. If our leaders find no reason to invest in peace why should Tommy at the end of the street?

After last nights broken sky, a sunrise walk through the forest this morning unveiled a world of enormous pride. I wish the plants had a voice. Then again, maybe they think we speak too much. Story 2 gets inside the world of writing and how the easiest thing to do is to get the story out. But we don't. We want to quick fix everything. Who wants to send a bad story to the editor? Get the story out!

In so many ways trees are endlessly giving to our human expectations. Yet we'll take down a tree for no real reason. Is there something here? The way we treat trees, is it also the way we treat other people?