Can’t stop the Chop!

My hippie tendencies do, I must confess, lead me to feel more than a touch of chagrin at the sight of chopped down trees! One year many of the local trees had become diseased and so much of the tree cutting had no doubt been for this reason. The end of a tree’s life feels like the end of an era somehow. Ok maybe I’ll just light some incense and do some chanting and be done with it!


Like giant pencils you protrude

Across the windswept rural land

Sand faces fresh despite the grooves

Which prove the age from whence you stand

Though stacked in carbon copy piles

To smile would feel like I’d betrayed

Your restless roots no more run wild

A while must you now lifeless lay

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