early last sunday morning i drove out to the “cliffs” trailhead and built a bridge across brautigan creek. afterwards i hiked and climbed to the old cliffs mining location on the “cliffs” summit. upon reaching the escarpment edge, i was surprised to discover my “poet tree” had been cut down and chain-sawed into small pieces.
of course this graybeard poet wondered who did the cutting and why was the only tree felled on the “cliffs” summit my “poet tree.”
however, on the ashes of the old white birch, a new “poet tree” was created. now it will be interesting to see how long the new “poet tree” will last.