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Ode to the Redwood

I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree So people would come from all around just to look at me As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see" " And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees" That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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Date: 8/25/2008 2:32:00 PM
Love those Redwoods, never seen one in person, but the ones I have seen on flim, makes me want to see one someday. this was a great poem.
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