There are wild pigeons in winter beyond number or imagination,
myself have seen three or four hours together flocks in the air
so thick that even have they shadowed the sky from us¹
Mile after mile of forest dense with the birds,
each tree creaking with hundreds of nests,
white from the droppings.
Whole trees falling and dying.
And the birds such fools, we could pluck them from the sky,
lift them from their nests. Such billions a sign
from God that this was our promised land
and they our larder.
The war that broke our land blinded us to bird-loss.
We thought only of survival as we carried on hunting
provisions for conflict starved troops,
And still with the loss there were millions,
riches beyond the thought
of our younger European selves.
And we did not think.
We carried on shooting
and we did not think.
When an individual is seen gliding through the woods
and close to the observer,
it passes like a thought,
and on trying to see it again,
the eye searches in vain;
the bird is gone.²
¹ early settler in Virginia
² naturalist, J J Audobon
I'm reposting this poem for National Poetry Day 2022, which has a theme of Environment.
One of the great natural disasters of all time. You have captured the blindness perfectly.
well worth posting again
An instance of either learning too late or... well, not even as of yet.
A sobering piece. Thank you for sharing it. Cheers.
Ah, the lost bird species of this continent... extinct they may be, but birds such as the passenger pigeon and the Carolina Parakeet live on through elegiac prose and poetry written by those who mourn their loss.
"We did not think" sums it up so perfectly. And even after we've destroyed so many species, we still have an amazing capacity to not think things through before barreling heedlessly forward (they also described our rivers as so thick with salmon that you could could cross a creek on their backs, and now we have fishing moratoriums).
I love watching and hearing birds. This is sad, but well-written. Thanks for re-posting.
Such a sad story. Beautifully captured in your poem.
thank you for reposting this wonderful and poignant poem.
Wow, Juliet, just wow.
wonderful poem but terribly sad :(
Great poem but so very sad......, thank you for sharing this with us.
__So often ideas, as you have so well written, are seen as 'negativisms'... yet, behind the realism... there is your care of life, to which we should all strive. Grand, Juliet! _m
Another souring aspect.
__In the last fifty years of this Earth's -total- years, the Earth's population of human beings has more than doubled. (Only 50_?)
__But one litre of liquid, will fit in a one litre container.
It was the same here in Maine. I thought you were quoting Ben Ames William's Come Spring.
Lovely and important.
Two planets walked into a bar.
The bartender got them drinks and then asked the sad, dour one what was the matter?
"I have Home Sapiens" the planet said.
The other planet perked up and said "Oh, I had them too, but they go away after awhile."
Thanks for sharing this very fine poem.
Hello, sad story but a wonderful poem! Happy Friday, enjoy your weekend! Happy Easter to you and your family.
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