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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Armed with chainsaws in the field, two young men are shirtless guests with shoulders bronzed by sun and sweat. The timbre in the August sun has scattered birds and stirred unrest The tree they'll slay has leaves of gold, lacing branches frail and old, - but now its time is spent Rising from his afghan nest, a man peers out the window glass to witness as the death unfolds. As one who brought the seedling home, he waits to see the giant fall He holds his breath, but not his tears. Age and illness hems the years. And just as earth might moan in pain, the tree comes tumbling down There was a day, not long before, ....before his war began Back then he could lift a saw like that, ..hold it skillfully, carefully, casually Angle down, - angle up, - cut a wedge, - hear it crack Now there's pathos in dust-driven clouds that shadows an earth that has lost its sun It trembles now to catch its breath. And branch by branch it lays to rest the leaves of courage, a golden crest, that was shelter, home, a fortress blessed, a place to lean to find solace A tree, ... nor a man cannot be defined by disease, confinement, by age or time A tree falls down. It is nature's plan to open the field, while clearing the land What came before, grows new today, The void that's left cannot be filled, and tears we shed cannot be stilled His leave will make a louder sound The dust will rise. Trees burn to ash What matters most is never lost Oh yes, how it shatters the fragile heart! Oh God, how it matters, how could it not? - But, the man and the tree have earned a rest ____________________________________________________________ 6/6/17
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