Charley Eliot and the Knights of the Woods
What kind of child grows up to change the world? The Trustees of Reservations, the Commonwealth's largest conservation and preservation organization, knows the answer. As part of their 125th anniversary celebration they commissioned FableVision co-founders Peter H. Reynolds and Paul A. Reynolds to write a commemorative-edition children’s picture book as a tribute to a little boy named Charley Eliot—who would grow up to be Massachusetts’ visionary preservationist and founder of The Trustees of Reservations—now known simply as The Trustees. The story, written by Paul and illustrated by Peter, features ten-year old Charley Eliot, who enlists his friends to protect a grove of ancient oaks that are being cleared to make way for a road. He dubs them "The Knights of the Woods," and together they come to the rescue of their beloved trees where they always played. As Charley announces at the end of the story, they vow to protect and preserve all special places—the fields, the mountains, the beaches and the woods for all—and for all time.
What kind of child grows up to change the world? The Trustees of Reservations, the Commonwealth's largest conservation and preservation organization, knows the answer. As part of their 125th anniversary celebration they commissioned FableVision co-founders Peter H. Reynolds and Paul A. Reynolds to write a commemorative-edition children’s picture book as a tribute to a little boy named Charley Eliot—who would grow up to be Massachusetts’ visionary preservationist and founder of The Trustees of Reservations—now known simply as The Trustees.
The story, written by Paul and illustrated by Peter, features ten-year old Charley Eliot, who enlists his friends to protect a grove of ancient oaks that are being cleared to make way for a road. He dubs them "The Knights of the Woods," and together they come to the rescue of their beloved trees where they always played. As Charley announces at the end of the story, they vow to protect and preserve all special places—the fields, the mountains, the beaches and the woods for all—and for all time.
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W hen <strong>the</strong> woodsmen returned, <strong>the</strong> men stopped in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
tracks. The children had formed a ring around ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
ancient tree that <strong>the</strong> workers had already marked.<br />
At that moment, <strong>the</strong><br />
wind began to rush<br />
through <strong>the</strong> branches<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> forest. The gray<br />
clouds ga<strong>the</strong>red above.<br />
The rain began.<br />
One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> woodsmen<br />
cried out through <strong>the</strong><br />
wind <strong>and</strong> rain, “Lucky<br />
for you, <strong>the</strong> rain’s no<br />
friend <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> saw. You’ve<br />
got a few more days to<br />
play in your woods, but<br />
eventually we’ll be back<br />
to finish <strong>the</strong> job.”
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