Last September 2, 2012 the long awaited Tree Planting
activity was conducted.
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| Getting Ready for Tree Planting |
It was only my second time to join a tree planting activity.
First was when we were in College and it was a part of an activity in school.
It was also held in Longlong, Pico but different site. Today, it was in
Communal Forrest of Longlong, Pico.
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| The Site |
Actually, the said
activity was supposed to be held a week ago but due to heavy rain it
wasn’t possible. We are lucky enough that the weather condition was good.
Different organization joined the activity to save mother earth and plant trees
to name some UC students was there, Interactive Cordillera, DECAT, Bravehearts
Team, Save 182 and last my family, La Trinidad Shutterbugs and for sure other
volunteers were there too.
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| Caleb, 1year and 7months, youngest patiticipant |
When we went on the site orientation started by Mr. Dean
Cuanso, the organizer of this activity. He told us the guidelines on planting
trees, the distance should be more than 1 meter circumference and also to not forget to remove the plastic
when we plant. Before we begin with the tree planting activity Hapiyoh-mi, a
cultural dance group of University of Cordillera rendered a cultural dance to
amused the participants. The men of Hapiyoh-mi opted to be on their G-string
attire for them to show how our ancestors do it. I also saw the youngest
participant Caleb, 1 year and 7 months. I know for sure that he will also enjoy
the nature where we once enjoyed.
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| Mother and Son helping to plant tree |
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| This kid told her mother not to help him , so He planted the tree |
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| Men on G-String Planting Trees |
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| Clearing the grass for a Tree |
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| Taking a rest |
This activity reminded me of a poem we once memorized when I
was in Grade 2 entitled Trees by Joyce Kilmer and it was written on the
path-ways going to the site.
TREES
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the Earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-Louie Mae Vardeleon
