A Forest Graveyard

Once a giant,
Now no more.
His spirit cut within his core.
His seedlings gone,
The wind has blown.
Now a bag of rotting bone. 
Lifted roots,
A bleached white post. 
Once a giant,
Now a ghost. 

The ghosts lie behind us, in front of us, to the left and to the right; white sun-bleached logs, the remains of a once lush old growth rain forest.

We are camping 12km down a gravel logging road at the edge of Kennedy Lake. The devastation of the Forestry Service is everywhere. Entire sides of mountains have been clear cut. Logging roads have been cut into them and rubble from land slides is piled up where erosion has chewed away at the earth. A once picturesque scene is being eaten away by earth's most devastating predator; man.