Last Tree in a Forest
Last tree standing in a forest
Surely someone will attest
That this trend is not for the best
They have laid this area bare
Doing so without even a care
Felling away my siblings and saplings
Scaring away the buntings and starlings
Losing sight of what it means to the human race
Destroying resources at an unmitigated pace
Caring naught for the havoc left in its place
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Hi Mary,
ReplyDeleteYour free verse is very well written. While reading it I actually thought of Waikiki which has become all buildings full of shops and crowded streets and minimal trees. You used great imagery in this piece. I really like the last line. It is very powerful. You could even turn this into a short narrative. Great job!
Hi Kelly,
ReplyDeleteThank you for the compliment on my poem. This was a hard piece for me to craft. I would have liked to have continued the story, perhaps following one of the trees through its travels. For example being trucked out of the forest, sent to a processing plant, and eventually made into a product like a notebook or paper towels. A narrative might be a solution to my quandary. Thank you!