The Trees Have Gone

One of my first. A simple poem about a forest that has been cut down. A shorter version of this was published under the title, Where Are They?.

•The trees have gone--

•Their leaves no longer fill the air.

•The branches sweetly whispering

•Have left I know not where.

 

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•In my dreams, I see them,

•Walking slowly along dark paths of stone--

•Or being chained and taken captive,

•Kidnapped from fields they called home.

 

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•Today I stand here thinking.

•I can hear the parched ground cry,

•For its tall protectors have been taken;

•Their branches now no longer touch the sky

 

~A.J.P.~

Reviews

[WriterSki7]

Rewriting makes it better. A nice poem to be sure . . . I give you a D+3 french hens and a pear tree just because I like getting on your nerves.