MOUNT RAINIER NATURE NOTES
This WAS the forest primeval! The murmuring
firs and the hemlocks
Disfigured by careless vandals; scarred and
devoid of foliage
Stand as silent reminders; as proof of some
Stand like martyrs of old, hushed and grim
in the twilight.
This WAS the forest primeval, but where is its
Which fore ages before had sheltered and cared
for its people?
Where is the frollicking Chipmunk, the graceful
Deer or the Beaver?
Where are the birds whose jubilant notes
prevaded the woodlands?
Afar they have fled -- dislodged from their
homes in the forest;
Compelled to retreat to safety or remain to
a death in the flames
Which lashed by the winds into sweltering
fury, devoured the timber.
For naught but destruction lies in the path
of a fire!
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You who believe in conserving for constant
You who include in your heart a love of the
wild life --
To refresh YOUR mind and spirit by contact
Watch -- lest YOU kindle a spark of