The Day The Pines Fell
by * Twilah
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
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The mighty pines had stood for ages,
Sentinels...standing proud and tall,
For years the deer had safe haven
When summer evolved into fall.
Bluejays would shriek out warnings
As we’d walk along the wood’s path,
Being shaded from the noon-day sun,
Protected from nature’s sudden wrath.
Then on day “man” entered the scene,
Decided the trees should no longer stay.
Brought in men with cutters and splitters.
Nothing can from my mind erase that day.
One by one those mighty trees were felled,
Each sound of its fall piercing my heart,
Nestlings were likewise sacrificed, as
Terrified, the animals scurried to depart.
Nothing could drown out the noise
Of the machinery and falling trees,
Until the last tree had fallen, and
Nature was brought to its knees.
They destroyed in just hours, what
Took indefinite years to grow,
Conscience didn’t play a part in
What God started many years ago.
Morning came with its eerie silence,
No sounds of crows, squirrels, nor the bird,
But it was the most deafening silence
That I, in my lifetime have ever heard.
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|Reviewed by * Twilah
|Thank all of you for your messages. I haven't been in here as much as I should. I've been so busy writing, but now I can take a lull and catch up on things. Thanks again,
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a sad scenario of human folly ...|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Horrifying account of what man has done to destroy what God has created! Deeply moving and heartbreaking write! Thanks for sharing!
(((HUGS))) and love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :(
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Extremely powerful poem and message, Gloria. This occurs far too often today in our never-ending lust for more development, and more urban sprawl. Well done!|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was tragic, just tragic, excellent and deeply moving poetry.