Heart Pine

Augustus

The surface circles of age

     ring with echoes of Christ.

Perimeter forensic specialists gauged

     was last night's costly forest heist.

Hear queries now 'bout its life:

 

What's the center heart of this tree

     a floor to build a dream,

A house, gable, or balcony,

     some sacrificial scheme.

 

 By choice this timber gave its heart?

     for soles of human feet

No voice while limbs were sawn apart

     Nor balk when sap ran deep.

 

Able to reason and desire

     dare it, I dominate?

Its reach for sun, even higher

     and moisture, long roots snake.

 

Did I decide my arms to grow

     higher fruits go begging?

Under shade for picnics we go

     relationships spreading.

 

Take the heart of another man

     for my own need or want

To that I have no moral claim

     on him my power flaunt.

 

Generations over centries'

     visited this place.

Is our cherished humanity

     forever in disgrace?

 

Augustus / Folsom, LA / March 2017

  • Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 12th, 2017 11:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: Years I ago was at the site where overnight a two thousand year old tree was stolen. Also this was inspired by Chief Justice William Douglas, "the voice of inanimate object should not be stilled." However, in my heart I don't feel that a tree is "inanimate".
  • Category: Nature
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  • rrodriguez

    I took wrote a poem about tree. They're so majestic as the one on your pic. Your poem is so true and so on point. You've grasp the essence of the tree in your expressions of questions of its existence. Trees are a blessing, but the way humanity is going, for how long will they be around? Great job, my friend.

    • Augustus

      Thanks a bunch. I started thinking about wood flooring and it took off from there. Thanks.

    • willyweed

      we murder the trees just as sure as we murder one another without a second thought, and God weeps at our actions! sadly WW

      • Augustus

        Another with a heart for trees. I have another I want to write about trees and God.

        • willyweed

          well by all means old buddy write on !

        • Goldfinch60

          Good write. If only trees could talk, imagine the tales they could tell.

          • Augustus

            Exactly. I have cut a few in my time, but I have planted much more. Sowed more than I reaped. Thanks.

          • Samreen Chowdhury

            I really like this

            • Augustus

              Thanks, worked hard on it over several days, put it aside and came back to it.



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