Pity the Pith
Pithy, a word so wise and witty
from travels that take us from wood to city
and in the magnificence of the tallest of the trees
races the gusty winds heavy with their breeze
and why is this today such a tragedy
when the falling warm brings only destruction and storm
so many denying the threats mankind has formed.
For Maureen McGreavy's Pithy Pants contest
2/19/19
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