Thursday, March 21, 2013

Dearly Beloved Godzilla...


Once upon a short time ago...

(where surely a tiny seed from the bamboo forest of the river of long ago...
had set itself by the handiwork of God into the ground and grew)

lived a behemoth of a bamboo tree...
who had grown to about 50 feet high and 30 feet wide at the bottom


this tall, tall grass looked mighty grand in her splendor of lovely leaves...
and she whistled and creaked as her long reaching limbs swayed...
with the tropical warm breezes  


we named her, Godzilla
with her dinosaur shape...her head with her open mouth...
and tiny arms to the left...
her humped back reaching for the sky...
and her tail on the right...
we couldn't think of any other name


she gloriously filled a very large space and stood watching over the large garden...
by the chicken coop

perhaps, she watched over the garden a little too closely...
giving it more shade than was needed for the crops

but, oh, how I did love her so...
my dearly beloved Godzilla bamboo

the birds took refuge in her...
lizards scampered up and down her...
and I daresay...
an occasional manicou (opossum) scooted around her feet through the night


and then one dreaded day...
it was decided she must come down


she grew by the day and was bent on taking over more space than she was allowed
we really did try to keep her...
and tried our best to keep her managed...
but, she was wild and did not care to be tamed

when a stiff wind would come through...
Godzilla would thrash her long leafy arms quite violently...
and sometimes even throw one down a little too close to the chicken coop


so, with reluctance...
my farm guy and his helper gave her a fitting funeral pyre...
and as beautiful as the fire was...
all I could think was, "ouch"


"sigh"
really, that did hurt


Godzilla bamboo is now just a shadow of herself...
her feet lying in ashes...
and the little cottage looks lonely without her to gaze upon...
where once the little cottage's resident would stand to see Godzilla waving...
her long arms in the breeze as if to say "good morning to you" in the early dawn


and the little cottage's resident looks longingly where once...
dearly beloved Godzilla bamboo stood so gloriously in all her green splendor


and while the little cottage's resident is contemplating on Godzilla's demise...
Shadow Boy is setting his contemplation on other things


he is much more interested in what's on his left towards the starfruit trees 


yeah...a little too interested

here's holding on to you, Shadow Boy...
to keep you out of trouble...


and our sweet little kids out of your jaws


as for the space where Godzilla once stood...
it is now looking forlorn


and now, when I would like to see tall bamboo trees...
I stand on the hill behind the cottage...


and look out over the river below and see just how lovely a bamboo forest looks

from the hill, I can see the tops of the bamboo trees...
together, they give an illusion of softness


as for Godzilla...
well, it is harder to kill a big bamboo tree than one would think
even by fire
some day, she will sprout green shoots from her feet...
but, this time...she will be tame and even more beautiful


As for the children of God...

The words of the Lord are pure words:
as silver tried in a furnace of earth,
purified seven times.
Thou shalt keep them, O Lord,
thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.
Psalms 12:6,7

May your day or night be preserved in the grace of God.


7 comments :

  1. I've always heard that bamboo takes over everything, and that it will attack your water pipes.

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  2. What beautiful writing! I so thoroughly enjoyed it!

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  3. Lovely story, if bittersweet. Will Godzilla rise from the ashes? I was amazed at the bamboo I saw growing in Tobago. I can see how it would totally take over.

    You live in such an idyllic place.

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  4. Beautiful and so respectful of a plant that was just doing what plants do - grow. I'm sure if will be back to say hello again. :o)

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  5. What a wonderful story and beautiful pictures. It is sad to say good-bye to a tree that you have grown accustomed to having. When i was growing up, I used to go and sit under the shade of a huge old oak tree in our pasture area. It was my favorite place to sit and think and listen to the babbling brook that ran nearby. We all have such memories of that special tree or place we loved. Change is hard but often necessary. Thank you for sharing this in pictures and words. My soul is blessed.

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  6. Enjoyed your posting and can relate to it. I once stayed where you could hear the bamboo before going to sleep at night and I always wanted some. I bought 4 small shoots and was so happy, but was told it wasn't a good idea. It eventually grew way taller than the house and I opted to have it cut down...Is there any way to get rid of the roots. My stalks must've been 2 " in diameter at the base. ~~ I once visited a business run by Orientals where they were teaching nationals to make furniture from bamboo...beautifully made. The tiny pieces were used for jewelry.
    Always enjoy your posts.

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    1. Marilyn, the only way to really get rid of bamboo roots is to keep burning the stumps after cutting down the stalks. Or try to dig them out as much as possible which is almost impossible. That is, if you want to do this organically without chemicals. We don't use chemicals ourselves and just burn the stumps down into the ground. Another thing you could do is let the new shoots come up and cut them down to a manageable size and use the shoots for garden uses. Thank you for coming by and commenting!

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