Martha<\/strong><\/p>\n\n –<\/p>\n\n You were a remnant ember,<\/p>\n\n gloriously glowing,<\/p>\n\n in what once was a forest fire of life.<\/p>\n\n –<\/p>\n\n Your symphonic song was<\/p>\n\n but an echo of a chorus<\/p>\n\n that now sings only in dwindling memory.<\/p>\n\n –<\/p>\n\n You were a slender shadow,<\/p>\n\n the last wisp of cloud,<\/p>\n\n of a titanic thunderstorm shading our land.<\/p>\n\n –<\/p>\n\n Your death has left us cold,<\/p>\n\n and suffering in silence,<\/p>\n\n lost without your comfort.<\/p>\n\n –<\/p>\n\n Your death,<\/p>\n\n haunts our souls.<\/p>\n\n –<\/p>\n\n William Sutphin<\/p>\n\n <\/p><\/div>\n\n This picture is of Martha, the last passenger pigeon in 1912, two years before she passed away.<\/p><\/div>\n\n –<\/p> <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" – Martha – You were a remnant ember, gloriously glowing, in what once was a forest fire of life. – Your symphonic song was but…<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/williamsutphin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/Martha_last_passenger_pigeon_1912-1-737x1024.jpg\")
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