Monday Memories: Still on Watch

Deserted, severed tree trunk

Shattered by storms long ago

Splitting this giant in two

Forsaken now in its woes

 

Nature’s hand calling the shots

Drawing dark cards from the deck

Standing alone, slowest death

Trying to salvage this wreck

 

Deformed snag appears lifeless

Yet, God calls this wildlife tree

Standing proudly, still on watch

Nature’s snack bar waits for free

Living nearby, log still lives

Covered with lichens and moss

Home for God’s smallest creatures

Termites, beetles . . . march across

 

Jagged stump remains on guard

Below the ground, roots still thrive

Life holds on, another year

Perseverance to survive

 

Around the dark, scuttled tree

Racing to reach sunlight first

Young saplings growing skyward

Cycle of life, marked to burst

All of the photographs were taken at Chestnut Ridge Metro Park, which is located just outside of Canal Winchester, Ohio.  I frequently walk this park during the fall, spring, and summer months with an occasional hike in the wintertime.

Originally published September, 2020.

Buckeye Snapshots (Issue #10)

For the final Saturday of each month, a different and unique feature will be published.  Today’s narrative takes a look at one of the gems of the metro park system of central Ohio.  Saturday’s regular feature, “Trivia’s Facts and More,” will return next week. 

Central Ohio is blessed with an extensive metro park system in the surrounding area of Columbus and Franklin County.  One of the most remarkable parks to discover is Chestnut Ridge Metro Park.

Located about five miles from the city of Canal Winchester, the park contains the first significant ridge of the Ohio foothills of the larger range of Appalachian Mountains.  This particular ridge spans nearly 4,500 feet and rises to a height of just over 1,100 feet above sea level. 

Chestnut Ridge features a variety of trees with the upper ridge containing black oak, shagbark hickory, and northern red oak.  The lower slopes are filled with sugar maples and American beech.  The park’s size measures about 486 acres, and hidden in its depths are outcroppings of black sandstone. 

The park features a totally natural setting with fallen logs and splintered tree trunks.  Notice the moss growing around the hollowed out tree trunk.

With natural trails covered with light gravel, the terrain rates as moderate to difficult for anyone who desires to walk the park.  Poplar Creek meanders through the meadows and trees below the ridge.

Chestnut Ridge features three different trails, and they connect to form a nearly 2.5 mile route.  Nearby wetlands and a fishing pond are located on the lower level of the park, as well as picnic shelters and a small natural amphitheater.

The Meadows Trail covers one mile in distance, and it outlines the lower region of the park.  This route is more moderate than the two remaining trails. 

The other trails offer a more challenging and  difficult terrain.  The Ridge Trail climbs up from each end of the Meadows Trail.  The one-mile distance takes any ambitious hiker up to the highest point of the park. 

The path on the left is typical of the Meadows Trail.  The beginning of the climb up the Ridge Trail is featured on the right.

Between the Meadows Trail and the Ridge Trail sits the Homesite Trail.  The nearly half-mile trail climbs up through the interior section of the park.  Hikers will find the foundation of a former home from the 1930s as well as a garden area around it.  The generous size of the shaded location may allow a fortunate photographer to quietly capture a hungry deer feeding on the tender, green grass.

at the top of the homesite trail one will find the remnants of a former home.  standing in the quiet shadows of the surrounding trees, a deer is photographed, seemingly unaware of any human presence.

The park was named for the American chestnut tree, and many grew up on the crown of the ridge until the early 1900s.  They dominated forests in the eastern United States as well as the Ohio Valley.  These giants topped out at a height of 100-150 feet, and a few featured trunk diameters of nearly ten feet.

In 1904, an Asian fungus arrived in the United States, and it began to slowly and methodically kill the mighty chestnut tree.  By the end of World War I, most of America’s chestnut trees were reduced to sprouts rising from infected stumps.  They resembled pale and sickly dwarf bushes rather than the magnificent chestnut tree.

a final collage of photos:  fall foliage, a carved out hole in a tree trunk along the ridge trail, quiet fishing pond on the lower level of the park, a self-portrait of richard (your tour guide), and a look from the midpoint of the homesite trail (not far from the FOUNDATION of a former house).

Still on Watch

Deserted, severed tree trunk

Shattered by storms long ago

Splitting this giant in two

Forsaken now in its woes

 

Nature’s hand calling the shots

Drawing dark cards from the deck

Standing alone, slowest death

Trying to salvage this wreck

 

Deformed snag appears lifeless

Yet, God calls this wildlife tree

Standing proudly, still on watch

Nature’s snack bar waits for free

 

Living nearby, log still lives

Covered with lichens and moss

Home for God’s smallest creatures

Termites, beetles . . . march across

 

Jagged stump remains on guard

Below the ground, roots still thrive

Life holds on, another year

Perseverance to survive

 

Around the dark, scuttled tree

Racing to reach sunlight first

Young saplings growing skyward

Cycle of life, marked to burst

 

All of the photographs were taken at Chestnut Ridge Metro Park, which is located just outside of Canal Winchester, Ohio.  I frequently walk this park during the fall, spring, and summer months with an occasional hike in the wintertime.

Spring’s Masterpiece

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Witnessing God’s creation in the early dawn light

Illuminating from the sun’s rays, always so bright

Walking again on the trails at Chestnut Ridge this morn

Experiencing nature’s miracle, almost like being reborn

Hearing a chorus of birds, heralding the arrival

Welcoming all back from this winter’s survival

Flowing beneath a small bridge, a tiny creek runs by

Catching the run-off from nature’s tears which cry

Crying with happiness at God’s awesome wonder

Waking up the land from a long winter’s slumber

Sprouting skyward along the fringes of a narrow path

Adding a fresh, green carpet with color ready to splash

Rustling through the still leafless trees

Blowing wind brings a coolness for free

Appreciating these moments with God alone

Checking never to see who texts to my phone

Dashing down a steep hill, moves a solitary deer

Escaping my camera, she has nothing to fear

Spying the final remnants of an eroding tree stump

Framing its presence with moss growing in clumps

Flying in, a robin red-breast assesses the ground

Thinking to myself, haven’t seen you much around

Holding a brief meeting, a pair of squirrels scatters

Scurrying away to a safe, rotting log, now in tatters

Noticing few walking these trails, not very fast

Allowing me to enjoy a conversation that lasts

Winking through thickets of trees, towering and ancient

Shining sun brings out God’s true and loving patience

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