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Tribute to Grandpa, Joyce Kilmer, and The Big Tree

Greetings to fellow tree hunters.

I have joined this discussion with a love for trees, poetry, and also a tree to share. My father has always had a love for trees. His late uncle owned over one-hundred acres in north Ironwood, where he used to teach my dad the different species when he was young. My mother's dad had a favorite poem he would receit, and of course, it is the poem "TREES", by Joyce Kilmer. I kept his framed copy of this poem, and a friend who went through a hard time with an addiction, drew a picture of a tree for me, and I've inserted it in the frame.

One day, on a sunday afternoon, a friend introduced me to the largest tree I have ever seen in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.The tree is actually in town, nessled in a grove of pines. The tree is known about, but as I understand it is not registered. I hope that in the creation of this post, it will become that. I visited the tree yesterday, which was Sunday December 20th, 2015. I brought my father along and he snapped some photos of me next to this significant tree.

We believe it to be a German Poplar. I am not an expert so I will start with what I can tell you. The pines around it are tall and spindly, and it towers above them from afar off. My only measuring apparatus was my arm lengths, and at 70" I went around it four times plus four feet. We tried to get a photo of my arm spread in front, but as you know in photography, the tree shrunk significantly due to camera angles. The tree has two smaller of the same species near it, and with my rustic measuring system, they would be circumferences of 26'-27+', 13+', and 10'.

Here is my tribute to the famous poem, and the reminiscent picture in honor of my grandpa, and the big tree in Ironwood, MI.

Monday, June 9, 2014
To Be A Tree

When I was young I saw the stars

As I stared from my mother's arms.

I felt the majesty of height,

And the fury of windy night.

Which blew me from my leafy bed,

To the ground so cold.

No longer held, I clung unto

The gritty dirt below,

And stretched a twig up at the sky

Towards the glory I once knew.

The rain splashed down,

And sun peaked through,

And after that the snow.

This wiry little sapling sprawled,

The heavy burden on me now..

But spring did come and summer too.

Soon another winter I'd seen through.

Until a tall but spindly fellow

With leafy head did crest,

High above the muddy trail

Peering the heavens with the rest.

Time did place her ring on me,

Every year she married me.

Until I grew fat from earthy grub

And my strong limbs were stretched.

My own little seedlings I have now.

They dance in the breeze above my brow.

For now, we together gaze stars above.

As I cradle fragile nests of love.

But soon the wind will shake them free,

To try their hand…

To be a tree. ~joel

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by Treedom
Mon Dec 21, 2015 4:51 am
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