A tribute to Arbor Day
from Milwaukee River Greenway |
The following is reprinted from Norb Blei's Poetry Dispatch and the New York Times:
ARBOR DAY:
Alice D’Alessio, Jim Robbins
Enter
………the Forest
Find the path where rain drips from beechlings
brightening their greenest green
trembling the twisted ties
of yellow moccasin flowers.
Pay homage to cedars,
robed in lace, their spongy
carpet a velvet dusk, breathe their incense;
lay hands on ironwood and linden,
each with its secrets. Come with me
I will show you the way. Here in this temple
we study the Druid fathers
learn to grow old proudly,
chant the psalm of the hemlock.
We will hold white limestone in our hands,
recite the only prayers we know.
Alice D’Alessio
WHY TREES MATTER
by
Jim Robbins*
Jim Robbins*
Helena, Mont.
TREES are on the front lines of our changing climate. And when the oldest trees in the world suddenly start dying, it’s time to pay attention.
TREES are on the front lines of our changing climate. And when the oldest trees in the world suddenly start dying, it’s time to pay attention.
North America’s ancient alpine
bristle-cone forests are falling victim to a vora¬cious beetle and an
Asian fungus. In Texas, a prolonged drought killed more than five
million urban shade trees last year and an additional half-billion trees
in parks and forests. In the Amazon, two severe droughts have killed
billions more.
The common factor has been hotter, drier weather.
We have underestimated the
importance of trees. They are not merely pleasant sources of shade but a
potentially major answer to some of our most pressing environmental
problems. We take them for granted, but they are a near miracle. In a
bit of natural alchemy called photosynthesis, for example, trees turn
one of the seemingly most insubstantial things of all — sunlight — into
food for insects, wildlife and people, and use it to create shade,
beauty and wood for fuel, furniture and homes.
For all of that, the unbroken forest that once covered much of the continent is now shot through with holes.
Humans have cut down the biggest
and best trees and left the runts behind, What does that mean for the
genetic fit¬ness of our forests? No one knows for sure, for trees and
forests are poorly understood on almost all levels. “It’s embarrassing
how little we know,” one eminent redwood researcher told me.
What we do know, however,
suggests that what trees do is essential though often not obvious.
Decades ago, Katsuhiko Matsunaga, a marine chemist at Hokkaido
University in Japan, discovered that when tree leaves decompose, they
leach acids into the ocean that help fertilize plankton. When plankton
thrive, so does the rest of the food chain. In a campaign called Forests
Are Lovers of the Sea, fishermen have replanted forests along coasts
and rivers to bring back fish and oyster stocks. And they have returned.
Trees are nature’s water filters,
capable of cleaning up the most toxic wastes, including explosives,
solvents and organic wastes, largely through a dense community of
microbes around the tree’s roots that clean water in exchange for
nutrients, a process known as phytore-mediation. A 2008 study by
researchers at Columbia University found that more trees in urban
neighborhoods correlate with a lower incidence of asthma.
In Japan, researchers have long
studied what they call “forest bathing.” A walk in the woods, they say,
reduces the level of stress chemicals in the body and increases natural
killer cells in the immune system, which fight tumors and viruses.
Studies in inner cities show that anxiety, depression and even crime are
lower in a landscaped environment.
Trees also release vast clouds of
beneficial chemicals. On a large scale, some of these aerosols appear
to help regulate the climate; others are anti-bacterial, anti-fungal and
anti-viral. We need to learn much more about the role these chemicals
play in nature. One of these substances, taxane, from the Pacific yew
tree, has become a powerful treatment for breast and other cancers.
Aspirin’s active ingredient comes from willows.
Trees are greatly underutilized
as an eco-technology. “Working trees” could absorb some of the excess
phosphorus and nitrogen that run off farm fields and help heal the dead
zone in the Gulf of Mexico. In Africa, millions of acres of parched land
have been reclaimed through strategic tree growth.
Trees are also the planet’s heat
shield. They keep the concrete and asphalt of cities and suburbs 10 or
more degrees cooler and protect our skin from the sun’s harsh UV rays.
The Texas Department of Forestry has estimated that the die-off of shade
trees will cost Texans hundreds of millions of dollars more for
air-conditioning. Trees, of course, sequester carbon, a greenhouse gas
that makes the planet warmer. A study by the Carnegie Institution for
Science also found that water vapor from forests lowers ambient
temperatures.
A big question is, which trees
should we be planting? Ten years ago, I met a shade tree farmer named
David Milarch, a co-founder of the Champion Tree Project who has been
cloning some of the world’s oldest and largest trees to protect their
genetics, from California redwoods to the oaks of Ireland. “These are
the supertrees, and they have stood the test of time,” he says.
Science doesn’t know if these
genes will be important on a warmer planet, but an old proverb seems
apt, “When Is the best time to plant a tree?” The answer: “Twenty years
ago. The second-best time? Today.”
*Jim Robbins is the author of the forthcoming book “The Man Who Planted Trees.” [Source: New York Times, April 12, 2012
Planting
................the Trees
You came and planted trees!
Braving April drizzle, you cradled
your twigs, searched out
the colored stakes, dug holes
and firmed the mud around the microscopic roots.
Now three days past, I roam
the lumpy stream bed, where nettle
and angelica invade in ragged clumps,
admiring my young shoots-
thin embryos of trees, like miniatures
for a Lilliputian world, where thumb-sized people
plow their rug-sized fields.
These are my countdown years.
As tree cells grow--
patiently sending nutrients
up and down their sticky veins—
and mine deplete,
how can I say what joy they'll bring,
these simple sticks? Already a bug-sized leaf
unfolds its crenulated edge. Those that survive
to turn their juices into syrup,
or flaunt fall's banners
become the friends who placed them here.
Alice D’Alessio[from: A BLESSING OF TREES, Cross+Roads Press #21, 2004, o.p.]
Could have done without the "Druid fathers" and "recite the only prayers we know".
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