Pine Away

By luigi_pagano
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The umbrella pine, it seems,
is sadly going out of fashion;
for that supreme, iconic, tree
I feel distress and compassion.
This plant that was also known
by the name Italian Stone Pine,
stood since ancient times
on the bay of Naples like a shrine
till it was felled thirty years ago
infected by a conifer seed bug.
People who loved that fine wood
must've felt a painful heart tug.
It is not the only location affected,
it is reported that precious trees
are disappearing fast everywhere
and this fills me with deep unease.
The pine that J. W. Turner painted
in Orvieto is no longer extant;
the umbrella canopy of La Spezia,
was also deemed to be redundant.
Architects and modern planners
replace long-established vegetation
with monstrous concrete blocks
that spoil the beauty of the nation.
Due to neglect or sheer vandalism,
for ancient forestry dangers loom
and because I am a nature lover
I hate to be a messenger of doom.
Let's halt this wanton denigration,
put a stop to all nonsensical fads,
restore tranquillity and harmony
and be at one with the Dryads.
© Luigi Pagano 2021
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Great poem! It really does
Great poem! It really does take us to the scenes of these magnificent trees, gone or still present, and to Italy! I like the last verse about restoring harmony and being at one with the Dryads!
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Hear! Hear Luigi,
Hear! Hear Luigi,
we need more trees for so many reasons. I can imagine it was devastating for tree lovers of the area to watch the Italian Stone Pine which stood the test of time, have to be cut down because it had been infected by a conifer seed bug.
You describe very well your own sadness in this poem and pay tribute to this tree in your own expressive way.
More power to the trees.
Jenny. xx
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That's terrible Luigi, I had
That's terrible Luigi, I had no idea...really makes me sad when even young trees don't get a chance. Makes me wonder why they bothered planting them in the first place. I think these people in charge should consider planning more carefully before giving life just to take it away.
Sorry I'll get off my soap box now.
Jenny. xx
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I never thought the day would
I never thought the day would come where I would need to own a chainsaw, but it has. When I first became responsible for a big wild country garden it had many dead or diseased trees which I had to cut down, filling me with sadness. But I got the complete opposite feeling as I planted new trees, many of which I grew from seeds. I'm probably too old to see them fully mature but they're getting there and I get such a buzz from planting something that hopefully future generations will enjoy.
I enjoyed reading your poem from which I could feel your own sadness at the felling of trees and the worry of what will replace them. I wish more people cared as much as you do and expressed their feelings to share with others. The more we talk about it, the more chance there is of reversing the trend.
Turlough
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