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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Many men came today to look at the old empty house; I have been guarding that house for many, many years; They spent quite some time looking at and touching me; I heard them saying that the house was being demolished, And a condo building would take its place. I can't help, wondering what will become of me. I started my life as a whirly bird seed in a wild forest, And soon I grew into a young tree, one of many trees. I remember them all, spruce, balsam, fir, and birch. And some maple, like me, that was two hundred years ago. It was wonderful in the forest; I loved cradling the birds, And the squirrels and chipmunks were delightful. The seasons changed me and in winter I stood proudly, Stripped of my dress; snow and icicles on my branches. Over time, my tree friends were cut down to make space, For houses and streets, but I remained standing, waiting. Soon a lovely house was built, and I have stood over it, For one hundred years now. I have seen many people come and go, and I protected, And they liked me too. Finally, the house stood derelict. For years I have been alone with only the birds and squirrels, And sometimes cats and other creatures as companions. I love the wind in my branches in the summertime, And how the fall changes my veined lobed leaves. Changing them from emerald to red-orange, then yellow, Oh how the children like collecting them from under me, And how I adore the feel of the rain and the snow falling; I even have flowers of green, yellow, orange and red, In spring, I send millions of seeds twirling in the wind, And I pray they find their place in the earth. Do you know that my leaf is the coat of arms of Canada, And it is on the flag; I am a symbol of strength and endurance, I am the national tree. But the men approaching do not care; They do not care that I have stood for two hundred years, And although, I expect it, the first cut is agony, and I scream; I am screaming in pain as again and again they cut me. Until I am lying on the ground, dead. ______________________ August 30, 2015 Poetry/Personification/Maple Tree Copyright Protected, ID 15-702-654-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Peudonym. Submitted to the Premiere Contest, Number 8 Sponsor, A Skat Ninth Place
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