Poem of the Week–Gould

THE TOUR BUS STOPPED AT MUIR WOODS

The tour bus stopped at Muir Woods.
The City man exclaimed his boredom for all to hear,
While the haughty lady “prefers plastic, it doesn’t die”.

My soul cries and the great redwoods sigh.

The people hurry by,
Instamatics swinging,
While they focus small pictures
Of GOD’S great giants.

We laugh, the trees and I.

The tour fares rush
To catch the bus
Never taking time
To smell the pine,
Or talk to Indian ghosts.

We wonder why, the trees and I.

Puffs from smoking cigars smother the air,
While gold laced sandals stumble
As they race to their cars.

These are your children, GOD,
And the redwoods cry.

by Mimi Gould
Atlanta Branch, GA

Editors Note: On January 9, 1908, President Theodore Roosevelt proclaimed Muir Woods a National Monument. It was the 7th National Monument and the first creating from land donated by a private individual.

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