Somewhere in storage theres an old Gerber baby food jar with ashes from Mount Saint Helen inside. As I recall...the smell is intact as well.
The roar of thunder underground so emotional in its warning
Came through fissures opening and red hot lava forming...
From onset...ashes, gases...the grays of choking dust
The blue sky clouded...with obscure, billows that erupt
As pressures from a mighty source...too powerful to keep
The stress of nature calling out a warning from her deep
Emotions of a tighter shelf than can be tolerated
And heat that flows to end the taut of nature...masturbated
From pressures needed to release a torrent of her juice
And generate a newer life to aid in and reproduce.
For raping sides of mountains gives earth the time she needs
Regenerate new growth for us and plant the newer seeds
For old is just a factor with animal and man
In scenic vistas reaching for a better way that's grand
So heads up folks she's crying out to get her just reward
Its time to mow this mountain...she's holding all the cards
And we are mortal looking on a wonder of this nature
When all she wants is newer growth and greener ,richer pastures.
It is her way of giving back her land by justifying
The beauty of a mountain grand...growing , never dying.
I remember that well. May of 1980. I wasn't there, but the images shown on the news underscored the power of Nature. My brother lives in Salt Lake, I went out there in June of '80, they were selling little baby food jars filled with ash from Mt. St. Helens...I had it for years, until one day, while cleaning, I dropped the durn thing...what a mess. Haven't thought about that for years.
The power and beauty of nature are both amazing. I have family who lived in the ash fallout area and have heard the stories. Nice write.
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on August 6, 2004
Powerful poetry, Susan. The absolute power of Mother Nature is awesome. I was in Northern California on my way to Reno, Nevada when she let loose. I’ll never forget it. Great write, Poet.
You will not believe me... but reading your poem today was I was reading my life story...for some reason I can relate to this mountain,,,and the best of all guess what...this babies maiden name is Gerber...yip I was born a Gerber...maybe that was my babyfood jar.....lol!!
You elicit the power of nature extremely well in these verses, Susan. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on August 4, 2004
Explosively true to life!
I did several oil paintings (and sold them) of Mount St. Helen,
just a couple of years before she erupted.
To me, it was one of the most beautiful mountain subjects in the
world, to paint, or just look at.
The stress of nature calling out a warning from her deep
Another event that I will never forget as long as I live - and I truly believe a powerful reminder that Mother Earth may one day seek more retribution for many of the vile things mankind has done to her, in the name of greed.
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on August 4, 2004
I was not that far from there when it happened, for weeks ash fell from the sky, people thought the world was ending, they walked the streets of Seatle preaching to anyone who would listen.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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I remember that well. May of 1980. I wasn't there, but the images shown on the news underscored the power of Nature. My brother lives in Salt Lake, I went out there in June of '80, they were selling little baby food jars filled with ash from Mt. St. Helens...I had it for years, until one day, while cleaning, I dropped the durn thing...what a mess. Haven't thought about that for years.
A powerful write--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Wonderfully descriptive and superbly
rich in imagery.
Warm hugs
Elga
Robert
Love Tinka Gerber-Boukes
I did several oil paintings (and sold them) of Mount St. Helen,
just a couple of years before she erupted.
To me, it was one of the most beautiful mountain subjects in the
world, to paint, or just look at.
Another event that I will never forget as long as I live - and I truly believe a powerful reminder that Mother Earth may one day seek more retribution for many of the vile things mankind has done to her, in the name of greed.