"Heavens Treasure" |
The picture above is of a large Cedar Tree in the center of Gold Valley. It is the largest in the area. Well over 100 years ago a Forest Fire Ravaged for miles around. This Cedar Tree survived, but was hollowed by fire. It stands perfectly healthy with it's tip to a spire. I have given this magnificent tree the name, "The Guardian," because it stands in the center of the Valley seeming to Guard everything it see's. Jerimie is standing inside the Guardian. |
This Poem is the second Poem I've ever written. I got the idea after returning from Gold Valley in 1998. Carol's favorite flower is the Rose. She loved all of the differant Rose's, but the Red Rose was her favorite. The Cedar Tree in the poem is about the one in the background which our Grandson Jerimie (JJ) is standing inside of. The Eagle in the poem is Carol's favorite bird. She also loved the Hawk, Falcon and Owl, but the Bald Eagle was her favorite. I wrote this poem with Carol in mind and that she was playing games with the Magnificent old Cedar Tree that I named, "The Guardian." I named the tree the Guardian because it is in the center of Gold Valley and is the largest tree there and seeming to guard the Valley. Well over 100 years ago a massive forest fire swept through taking everything in it's path. The Guardian survived as many other of the old cedar trees did because of their heavy thick bark. The guardian was hollowed by the fire, but stands perfectly healthy with it green tip to a spire. Many other old cedars survived but the other tree's did not. The trees with thin bark were lost. Tree's have grown back and some are giants again. In 1998 a Forest Ranger told me that Gold Valley would never be logged because it was too pristine. Wild Flower's abound in and around the entire area. Over 100 differant Wild Flowers can be found along with several differant tree's. I hope you enjoy the Poem as I did writing it. It's differant. |
The Eagle And The Rose The Majestic Eagle soundlessly soared with grace, Above the Forested Mountains and high lost lakes Upon the horizon dawn, with graceful silent wing, Seeming to search the Valley before its waking. In the Heart of the Golden Valley regard, A Mighty Cedar stood firmly on guard. It's hollow trunk and limbs reaching the sky, And endlessly Guarding all within it's eye. A wonderful fragrance floated upon the air, It came from a single Red Rose growing there. Caressed by the sun and cooled by the night, Watered by God and all else that might. The Noble Enchanted Cedar, hollowed by fire, Stood beautifully healthy with it's tip to a spire. This tree was known to be the Noble Guardian, That endlessly took care of all time and again. Spotting a red glow, the Eagle's search was suddenly ending, With curved slanting wing, he started decending. His wings just a whisper, his eyes straight ahead, He swooped and plucked the red flower with dread. The Rose grew in grandeur under the Mighty Cedar Tree, Out in the open where all wanderers could see. It's stem was straight and blossum blood red, This has to be "The Rose Of Memory," it was said. The Noble Guardian shimmied and shook to the core, For something had disturbed his tranquil kingdom door. Looking high and low, he found the Red Rose amiss, Then spotted the Eagle with Red Rose in taloned fist. Arching his wings, the Eagle climbed to a high limbs care, Placing the Red Rose in the cleft of a limb there. Then swiftly taking to wing, climbed into the sun, The Majestic Cedar spotting the Rose, decided to have fun. All of a sudden, the Red Rose Of Memory suddenly vanished, It then reappeared from where it had been ravished. ~ Robert J. Schneider 11/19/1998 |
This next Poem was written by our Grandson Jerimie shortly after I wrote my poem, "The Eagle And The Rose." Maidu Indians years ago used to frequent the area of Gold Valley, but the Gold Miner's shot many of them for the fun of it. Jerimie wrote his poem with the Maidu in mind. Jerimie dedicates the Poem to the Maidu's. |
The Eagle The Eagle took off, And began to soar, Over trees, rivers, mountains galore. As he was gliding, It began to pour, Thats when he decided, He wouldn't fly anymore. Thats when he saw, A group of trees, he thought to himsef, I don't want to freeze. Before he could get there, The wind started to blow, It threw him to the ground, Now where could he go? He zipped around a river bend, He noticed some small steeples, No they're not steeples, They're Maidu people. Everyone stood in amazement, No one blinked or started to yawn, A man spread out his arms, For the Eagle to perch on. He at last found his home, So he decided to stay, He became guardian of the children, Who he watched each day. He was never sad again, He'll always remember that day, He's glad that the wind blew, He found a home for himself to stay ~ Jerimie J. Schneider |
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Jerimie standing inside The Guardian. |
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