A Living Link

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The wind wailed, and I could hear the trees cry;
as I approached the scar of a clear cut.
No birds were on the ground or in the sky,
it resembled a killing field somewhat.

Before me lay the bleached bones of dead trees;
abandoned limbs, a woodsman's axe hacked off.
And stumps of a forest felled to its knees;
while locals protest and profiteers scoff.

Old-growth forests get harvested at length,
and soon, they will disappear forever.
These trees lend the Native people their strength;
a living link, we've no right to sever.

As this clearcut drew a tear from my eye,
the wind wailed, and I could hear the trees cry.

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/28/2022 1:32:00 AM

I really love your example poem Emile. The trees do have a voice though it is indiscernible to our ears. This is a Fave for me Emile. Exquisitely expressed! Blessings xxoo

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/28/2022 9:05:00 AM

Thanks, Connie, we are kindred spirits, I appreciate all of your comments, my friend, Emile.

Jan Allison

Date: 1/11/2021 10:42:00 AM

such a powerful message, man has so much to answer for with deforestation which also impacts so much wildlife as they lose their home:-( a great contest entry Emile:-) hugs Jan xx

Emile Pinet
Date: 1/12/2021 5:53:00 AM

Thanks Jan, we are striping Nature of all Her treasures, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.