Trace Ridge John Yokley
The damage is shocking The trees are all gone The animals too And this was their home Where bears once roamed And the deer were plenty While birds took to flight Now the landscape is empty My sanctuary of nature A place I connected My cathedral of peace That was left unprotected “Selective cutting” “It improves the forest health” Sold to the highest bidder To improve their financial wealth
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There is no ground cover To stop the flowing mud From pouring into North Mills A mountain with blood I'll never have the pleasure To witness its glory And for a couple of lifetimes Experiences just from stories Of beauty in Spring The trees with their flower The change in fall color And it's calm, healing power I take solace in knowing Because I know they will try No matter their destruction I'll still get my high But all I can hope Is Mother Earth will forgive What I allowed to happen To my beloved Trace Ridge