Forest Stories Episode Seventy Eight Stained Stones

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey, thanks for being a part of the conversation. This
is Forest Stories. I'm the Poet in the Forest, a
children's series that I pinned out in the nineteen nineties. Now,
none of it would be possible if it wasn't for
this forest right here in South Charlotte, North Carolina. I
talk about it so much that I thought maybe it's
time that you get to know what has inspired me

(00:20):
for thirty years. Thanks for being a part of the conversation.
Welcome back to the forest. When marks are left on rocks, marks,
you know, stains something that is going to be there
for many months or many years. Jasey and I walking
through this forest. A gigantic golden eagle is on the ground.

(00:41):
It traps something. It's a bird of prey, trap something.
It jumps up onto the rock and as we stand
there just watching the golden eagle, we see that it's
enjoying its dinner, and then it notices we're watching. At
that point in time, the.

Speaker 2 (00:56):
Eagle says, I got to get out of here so
with its wings were so wide. The most amazing thing
wasn't how it picked up the animal that it had
trapped and was just serving as a dinner. But before
that flight took off, that golden eagle took a gigantic
dump on a rock, and that rock is still to

(01:19):
this very moment stained. The thing about it is is
that nobody else saw this yet. I know why that
white mark is on that rock because we were there,
And so I often wonder about other people's forces or
city parks or places of escape. Do you ever fall
witness to something that scars a rock, stains a stone,

(01:42):
and you're the only one that knows of why it's
there for some reason in that moment of right now,
we fell witness to it. And is it important? I
think it is because it's part of the story. If
you don't share your story, someone is going to write
it for you. Anyone who passes this area inside the
forest is always going to say, huh, I wonder what

(02:06):
happened on that rock. I know what it looks like,
but how and why did it happen? Hmmm, I wonder
what kind of a bird? It was? An owl? A hawk? No, no, no, no,
it was a golden eagle. Hey, thanks for being a
part of the conversation.