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
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- 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".
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Comments4
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.
Thanks a bunch. I started thinking about wood flooring and it took off from there. Thanks.
we murder the trees just as sure as we murder one another without a second thought, and God weeps at our actions! sadly WW
Another with a heart for trees. I have another I want to write about trees and God.
well by all means old buddy write on !
Good write. If only trees could talk, imagine the tales they could tell.
Exactly. I have cut a few in my time, but I have planted much more. Sowed more than I reaped. Thanks.
I really like this
Thanks, worked hard on it over several days, put it aside and came back to it.
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