Commenting on the post Going To Trees, long-time FP reader Wayne noted:
The old growth trees at the Battle of King’s Mountain were enormous; big enough to conceal a half a dozen or more men and easily stop a round ball.
I was once inside a hollow at the base of a tulip poplar tree in Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest (NC) with 9 other adults. Joyce Kilmer is one of the last remaining original old growth forests in the southeast. Modern trees don’t begin to compare in size. We’re used to seeing a single riflemen hide behind a single tree, but in the 1700’s a squad could hide behind a tree, which makes for a very different kind of forest.
Of course, I had to hie off down the sidetrail to the Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest.
This forest is one of the Nation’s most impressive remnants of old-growth forest. The forest contains magnificent examples of more than 100 tree species, many over 400-years-old, and some more than 20 feet in circumference and 100 feet tall. This 3,800-acre forest was set aside in 1936 as a memorial to the author of the poem “Trees,” Joyce Kilmer, who was killed in action in France during World War I. This forest, part of the Joyce Kilmer-Slick Rock Wilderness, is maintained in its primitive state. The only way to see this forest is on foot. A 2-mile trail leads to the Joyce Kilmer Memorial and loops through giant trees.
By Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
One commentator described to the forest as “otherworldly,” and you know I am powerfully drawn to that. In the timbers of Fennario…
This spot now joins the Knysna Forest in South Africa on my map of Fennario.