Best Chainsaws Poems

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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i've got something in mind you see
it's going to be about something related to chainsaws you see
i've got ideas in my head for it

but one concern is that this will be a better poem
than the poem i have in my head about chainsaws
which might then...

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