The Farmer and I were walking out in the woods a while back, and came across something we don’t remember noticing before:
Yes, several feet off the ground there’s a PIPE stuck in that tree.
Here’s a closer look at it:
We have NO idea how it got there. It’s obviously been there a long time considering the way the tree has grown around it. We’ve been here for 12 years, so we know it’s been longer than that.
Why anyone would put a pipe there, who knows? But I feel another tree poem coming on . . .
I never thought that I should see,
A pipe stuck way up in a tree.
A tree who has a pipe that’s prest
Against the bark upon it’s chest;
A tree that looks a trifle odd,
To have a pipe stuck in its bod;
A tree that in all seasons dresses
With metal among its leafy tresses.
Upon whose bosom rests a pipe;
But yet I’ve never heard it gripe.
Yep, such poems are made by fools like me,
Wondering how a pipe got in a tree.
(Apologies to the late Mr. Kilmer; just coudn’t resist another parody of “Trees”.)
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I can’t even imagine how that pipe was introduced to the tree as it was growing??
I love when trees heal wounds by surrounding it with bark. I have a tree where one branch has grown into another branch because of fierce rubbing and then a calm time (I’m guessing) when the bark could heal the wound.
Trees are amazing, aren’t they? We have several that have barbed wire that has been surrounded by the tree to where it’s at least 1/3 the way inside, sometimes almost half way. I think people sometime before us must have used a lot of trees as posts for their barbed wire fencing.