The Family Tree

"The female trees tend to make a little more mess in terms of seed production and fruit production, so they would move to male trees, because they aren’t making a mess" said Bill Roesel, a municipal forester in Windsor, Ont. 


awakened by a racket from the back yard 
they watched as Steve staggered through the damp grass, 
hatchet in hand

ker-RACK as her right 
limb shattered from the violent 
assault

the kids quickly returned to their beds,
     in the dark  
the tree wept as her leaves
fell like summer rain

by august she was dead
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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August 28, 2013 at 7:13 AM
Ralph, the poem is deep, and sad... thank you for the kind hello. always looking forward to your hello's... xox~Linda
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August 27, 2013 at 6:57 PM
I enjoyed reading the last lines. I used to live in Windsor (Ont) long back
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