The Ancient ForestA Story by ShivAccording to Grandma, in California you could drive through the trees. Giant redwoods were so wide that people cut tunnels from them.According to Grandma, in California you could drive through the trees. Giant redwoods were so wide that people cut tunnels from them.
We didn’t care whether it was true. The sap flowed down from the old oak chair and we drank it all.
‘Have those trees been growing since humans were bacteria?’
‘I should say so, dear.’
‘I can’t imagine how it feels to be that old.’
Then Grandma died.
The coffin was made of pine. Its harsh smoothness was bleak beneath my palms. Slices of dead life, made to store the same.
What pain they must feel, the ancient redwoods. © 2016 ShivAuthor's Note
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Added on October 7, 2016 Last Updated on October 7, 2016 Tags: grandma, trees, california, america, redwoods, death, age, wood, ecology, environment AuthorShivBarcelona, Catalunya, SpainAboutI write spoken word poetry, prose, and critical essays. I grew up in leafy green Cheshire in the UK and studied languages (BA) and then film (MA) and worked in a proper job for several years in London.. more..Writing
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