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Death and Chainsaws

The chainsaws are roaring this Friday morning dissecting the tree that meant so much to me. I counted the rings, amidst broken things, over four hundred years, I count through my tears. I try to let go, not let my pain show, I struggle to sleep as the great Oak weeps.

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Monique Davis

Date: 2/8/2009 3:01:00 PM

This is so pretty and sad. It's amazing how we connect to things that others find worthless. This is a beautiful write. - Monique

Barbara Gorelick

Date: 1/30/2009 7:27:00 PM

Wonderful write..the oaks here in California are almost sacred. You cut one down at your peril.. and not without a permit. I love this tribute to the tree and what it has seen through the ages. BG

Vince Suzadail Jr.

Date: 1/30/2009 1:00:00 PM

That tree has seen a lot of changes. Amazing when you think of the times it lived through. Pre-America, the frontier days, etc. Sad to see it end. Vince

James Faulkner

Date: 1/30/2009 10:03:00 AM

beautifully writting. -love and peace james

Michael Degenhardt

Date: 1/30/2009 8:21:00 AM

Sad sometimes, isn't it when the trees have to come down. They do and can live such long lives. The imagery here is so clear and the words flow easily. An enjoyable read. Michael

Amy Swanson

Date: 1/30/2009 7:42:00 AM

Very beautiful and poignant, lovely writing. Blessings, Amy :)