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Logging Poems - Poems about Logging


Premium Member Logging a Hillside Revised
I A stand of timber Each tall tree Talking with the wind II Clearcut How quietly the wind Blows III Thousands of seedlings Planted one by one Reaching for the wind...

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Categories: logging, environment, nature,
Form: Haiku
Verrukkelijke 1903
Giving a mystical inlander, far-reaching to fall on dormant, grip in the wilds of Mount Arjuna. Trembling fingers, gently caressed, the pile of soil wet, as Roombutter melted. Casuarina seedlings, sculpt beautiful grooves, wailing to Lord, the pine grows fertile. The remnants, a glory deer valley, symphonized jungle fowl sound, beyond tumultuous Krontjong tones, An illegal logger Meneer relaxes....

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Categories: logging, environment, mountains,
Form: Free verse



My Wonderland
Tree canopy Thick and green Full of singing birds And chattering monkeys. Thick underbrush Rustles at a touch Be careful what you eat It could be deadly. Rushing rivers flow Thousands of plants grow Animals right where you can’t see A wonderland to me. A distant whirring sound A tree drops to the ground Where I once heard monkey’s chatter Now I hear machine’s clatter Chop Chop Chopping More illegal logging Don’t they...

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Categories: logging, 8th grade, animal,
Form: Free verse
Malayan Tigers
Malayan Tigers are listed as, critically endangered and they used to be known, as Indochinese Tigers They live is in the Malay Peninsula, of Thailand in their habitat of forests, grasslands and wetlands They have threats of poaching, for the illegal black markets as China will not put ban, on the use of tiger parts and deforestation for development, for the...

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Categories: logging, animal, beautiful, earth, education,
Form: Rhyme
Encounter On the Logging Trail
A frosty mist caressed my face As I chanced upon the place Sitting high upon my load Of pine logs on this snowy road Urging Mike and Molly on With steady strides their carillons Were jingling-jangling through the air And mingling with the treetops there My horses turned their snorting snouts And startled me to look about Two bulls were marching up the hill A cow...

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Categories: logging, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme




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