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At 9:12pm on August 7, 2008, Edward Frank said…: Hello Everyone, I want to encourage everyone here to start and participate in the discussions listed on the forums page, the groups, and to invite others who might be interested in the trees and forests to join this group. Thank you.
Edward Frank

At 6:08pm on July 28, 2008, Edward Frank said…: Hello everyone,

The number of people belonging to Primal Forests - Ancient Trees has risen to 26. Much like a minimal breeding population for animals, there is a minimum number of people needed to sustain a viable internet community. I don't know what that minmum number might be. I have already ask most of the people who I feel might be interested to join this community. I invited people from the Spiritrescue community, from the Native Spirits community, from the Eastern Native Tree Society, many of my freinds, and peope who posted tree related videos on Youtube. I am hoping more people from those I contacted choose to join. I will continue to invite people who I feel would be interested in trees and forests and who can contribute to this community. Now I would like to encourage each of you to invite people to join the group. Keep the group growing and bring more people with their individual talents and perspectives into the fold.

Ed Frank

At 6:19pm on July 25, 2008, Edward Frank said…: I wanted to share this poem published to the ENTS site several years ago.

Edward Frank
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walk amongst the wooded glen by jarred trout

Walk amongst the wooded glen
And stop for time
Time to replace
To erase the chase
Of due dates past
Remember your forgotten child times and friends who are spirits now

Lend yourself into
harmony, alignment, and rebirth
There is space and there is time
Wash away the pollution of the day, the week, and those moments
When you are not, gifted.

Step mindfully in focused breath
Past the ancient ones who tell their tales, forsaking all weather and wind
They stand for us and they stand to say;

You are my children, each and everyone
I know not of your sins and your daily poisons
I only know the love of ages, deep in my heartwood, that I carry
For all my children that walk the wooded glen

Tell my tales in metered ways
Bring your family and friends and wash away
Those realities constructed
Of the arsenic society who writes the tragic play

Spend time with me my children
Rest your fears, listening to my whistling crowns
Take with you when you leave
New eyes to see, new hands to hold, a clearer vision, and my sprit to breathe