Ode To Methuselah
I haven't posted here in a while, but recently I visited the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest in the White Mountains of California, and I got inspired. Methuselah is the name given to the oldest known living bristlecone pine, measured at over 4,700 years old (which makes it the oldest known living organism on earth). The Forest Service keeps its exact location secret for fear of vandalism, but I got plenty of opportunity to photograph others in the patriarch grove, many of which were also thousands of years old.
This is not my favorite photo from the day, but one which illustrates the poem well. If you'd like to see more, please visit my bristlecone gallery.
Thanks,
Hank
Ode To Methuselah
Fire ignites the eastern sky
This day is bursting forth anew
Crouched here on your lonely mountain
You quietly mark another
A hollow wind sweeps the soil
Your roots grasp at bare earth
Desperate nourishment from the dry and dusty
A lifetime well deserved
Your twisting branches curl and bend
Forging a path to the heavens
A gnarled opus of your arduous ages
Your story revealed to all
My time with you has gone too quickly
For you it was less than a moment
I hear you whispering on the wind
Murmurs of antiquity
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