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Severed Forest

Christmas is over one by one the severed forest is dragged to the curb a plastic Christ is covered in frost of the soon forgotten another reason for winter birds not to chirp. Over the weekend the city has culled the herd middle east oil is starting to boil again another season-another war... one heart strums a golden harp the other pours heavy metal on the Bedouins of the soul.

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Panagiota Romios

Date: 1/5/2020 2:41:00 PM

Hey come on down to California! The insistence on keeping trees as if they are gods is bunk! Because of overgrowth here and lack of water....instant tinder box! Homes, animals and lives destroyed. You know that. I don't know about Illinois and trees. Hell, babies are killed each day, people in The Hood are slaughtered..... Trees? trees? Anything is valued over human life or one another. Look at the paltry amount of replies to many poets. Sad! PR

Anthony Biaanco
Date: 1/5/2020 5:19:00 PM

Hi Panagiota-trees give us oxygen-without them everybody dies- we should have a little more respect to things that give us life

Lin Lane

Date: 1/5/2020 10:21:00 AM

Your description of a severed forest is unfortunately indicative of trees cut down for human enjoyment for what? A month? Years of growing only to be discarded at curbside or in a dumpster. It's tragic to me, especially since we are well aware of the importance of trees. Yes, we were made in His image, but the free will allowed us is misused by far too many. I appreciate each line of your write, Anthony.