Bigfoot - A Poem

 Bigfoot

Stands tall and proud and green, 

Witness to the passage of time, 

To the comings and goings of beings, 

And the creatures that roam its glen.

Has seen the Adirondacks change, 

From forests to towns and cities, 

From peace to war, from love to hate, 

From hope to despair, and all the cries.

Has seen the seasons come and go, 

The snows fall and melt, 

The leaves bud and blossom, 

And the trees shed their leaves in felt.

Has seen the animals come and go, 

The bears and deer and wolves, 

The birds and fish and insects, 

All living their lives in harmony, 

But not without conflict, as is the case.

Has seen the humans come and go, 

The hunters and trappers, 

The loggers and miners, 

The tourists and hikers, 

Who sometimes leave behind their trash.

Has seen the good and the bad, 

The love and the hate, 

The laughter and the tears, 

The joy and the sorrow, and all the fate.

Has seen it all, 

From the American Revolution 

To the Civil War's bloody fray, 

From the Industrial Revolution 

To the Space Race's great leap.

Has seen it all, 

From the fall of the Berlin Wall 

To the rise of the internet, 

From the hopes and dreams of youth 

To the fears and regrets of age.

Has seen it all, 

And has kept it all to itself, 

Silent witness to the history of the Adirondacks, 

And the creatures that call it home.

Is a living reminder of the past, 

A symbol of hope for the future, 

A bridge between two worlds, 

A creature of myth and legend, 

A mystery that will never be solved.

Unlikely Buddha 2023