Have you heard of the "Cazneaux Tree"?

Question

There is a photo of it on this site

http://www.southaustralianhistory.com.au/trees.htm

Cazneaux Tree

There’s More Life in the Old Tree Yet

By Jellz Fisher

I am history,

His tree, one story

Born of insight to tell a tale

That grows beyond the years

My roots have spread

Progeny of my seed

Flourishes in the present

Known and of renown

One time extremes did try

To lay me low and stop me

Endure I did and endure I must

To show the present how it's done

Grand I am with the nourishment of time

Grey to the light my branches soar

Yet greenness of my embellishments

Betrays my true age

You visit me and I see you

I will be here next time you call

Tell your children to pass it on

The wisdom of survival...

.....Of trees that know how to live

Answer 1

Thats a weird tree  

Answer 2

Thank you for the link. I especially liked the story of the Herbig Tree. It was actually big enough to be a "home" - for a couple of people? What a grand tree that must have been ♥

Answer 3

Not going to interfere with this at all.

It is well written, and speaks volumes.  The first three verses act as appetisers for the final two verses - and 'wow' they are worth waiting for.

Grand I am, with the nourishment of time............the reversal of the normal order of the words in this sentence (I am grand with etc.) makes the tree's words proclamatory.  The next line - what can I say? Again the re-ordering of the words in the sentence  (My grey branches soar to the light) make the line itself soar.....not sure about 'embellishments'....and 'green' usually signifies youth not age, so maybe a little re-write here (Jill I thought you weren't going to be picky!)

Finally, the last verse is sublime.

Thanks, my Ossie mate, for sharing (as they say in the USA)

Got carried away with my own importance.....the tree is rightly a symbol of endurance against the odds (I love all trees - I love the sky, I love the clouds and a combination of these three brightens my heart)

Answer 4

Those trees on that site are some of the most anhydrous trees I've ever seen. Their bark is dark and sere. They call out wordlessly for moisture. They grow, with an outbreak of wry branches, both in worship to the sun, and in soverence to the moisture that is supposed to be under the ground. Their trunks are as wide as their age.

They are amazing.

This poem is mellow, and has a nice story behind it.

Thanks for the post. I'll save that page as my favorites so I can later draw one of those trees on the site. For some reason I like drawing trees. I have knack for it. I gave my grandmother a sketch of a birch forest once (15), she framed it, and hung it in her living room. When she died I was given back the picture. I lost it in a move. Still, though, whenever I look at birch trees, either on paper, or just growing, I think of my grandmother; and I guess that's why I like trees so much. Thanks for the info, and the memories. Haven't seen a birch in awhile.

Answer 5

Now that "be's" a tree.!!! ,,,never heard of it ,,,first time seeing one,,,Seems to me an amazing tree just like this poem is,,,,,,,,,, Well Done,,,,Well Done,,,,,,,,

Have a great weekend!!!  

Answer 6

what a nice poem for this Jellz...

it has the tree's strong and serious part.

and i really like this tree!

it reminded me...

http://www.omgwhatever.com/farmer/wishin...

Answer 7

Jellz, an amazing poem!  thanks for the link, the trees watch us come and go.  Thanks, this is great!