You grew in what became a picnic grove
Providing shade to what is now a park
While dying you were cut and when I drove
One morning past your place expecting dark
I found the stump, your tombstone, your new mark
And knew eventually that so will I
Look up with new perspective on the sky.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Kim. The form is called Chaucerian stanza or rime royal (or, for those who can spell better, rhyme royal). I may use this form next week as a prompt.
I am linking this to Jilly’s October Casting Bricks Collaboration Challenge as the first half of a two stanza poem. The form is iambic pentameter with rhyme pattern ababbcc.
Photos: “Oak Stump”, above, and “Hour Walk Through Somme Woods”, below, by the author. I am linking these to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme of “hour”. I took these during an hour walk in Somme Woods yesterday.
Sad but true lines. The oak stump looks like a wound, though a neat one.
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It was sad coming upon it. However, it was probably safer to remove the tree. Thanks, Danik!
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I think being left like that, maybe as a stool… open to the sky is a better ending than most of us can hope for.
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They may leave it like that. It was cut neatly perhaps with that purpose in mind. Thanks, Bjorn!
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Frank, you know how much I love trees, so your poem really touched me. I don’t like seeing stumps in parks and woodland. They should make something out of them so that we can’t see the mutilated remains of a living being. But then, I suppose, that would be a lie. either way, ii’s sad.
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It is sad. Along the walk through the forest preserve adjacent to the park there are naturally fallen trees. This one would have had that fate if it were a hundred feet further from the picnic area. Thanks, Kim!
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I hate seeing tree cut down. Always makes me sad.
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New ones may be planted or allowed to grow from the nearby acorns. Thank you!
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Stars are born to output and share liGht..
at least for as long
as they live..
and as dim as i once
was.. almost bLack
of liGht..
the saving
grace then was
to water a plant
to make
iT
grow made
my life still
a star
n0
matter how
dArk the candle
i felt iN bLack
hole
soUl
then.. and
oh.. the saviors of the world..
and a story i love to tale a little
different as parables do.. when free
and not imprisoned by books.. pages..
paragraphs.. lines or words of print
of yesternows.. bound
by past authority
that no
longer should
exist.. for free..
so.. anyway.. sorry iF
you already heard it but
it will be different anyway..
hehe.. as free WiLL be
when unleashed
and released
as being
human
expreSsinG
starliGht oF eYes
within.. a dusty road..
a little boy with no words..
disabled from birth without
the ability to speak.. but a lover
of growth.. in shape of trees..
a sapling brought home
by loving mother
then.. placed
on a counter
by a lamp that shines..
the boys sees green and
wants to see more.. so he
nurtures this PLANeT
without
the ability
to speak..
water he does..
fertilizing Love..
Sunshine hope
iN eYes of Loving
Kind.. fertile ground
outside.. dig a hole
to comfort roots..
spend time
and effort
with
caring Love
and the Tree rises
broad and sTrong..
and soon provides shade
for the front porch home..
Sidewalks come.. but tree
sTill bRanches out.. Flowers
come more beautiful than before..
Students from the local school who
study trees are amazed by the beauty
of this tree.. photos are taken.. shared..
and the boys eYes shine to see what his
Love inspires.. tree no longer needs boy
to grow strong now.. and the little
boy becomes ill and his life
goes dark..
Years later..
a shy young man iS
walking this sidewalk
of the boy’s home.. and
a most beautiful dark haired
girl approaches him.. with smiling
face.. the boys eyes liGht up but what
to say.. ah.. the center piece of conversation
iS standing tAll and floweRinG more beautiful
iT seems than ever before on this March Spring
day.. a spark of instant Love is in the air..
and that begins a Love that
will last ’till death..
the shy boy becomes
confident with the Love of
his wife.. joins the Military..
and even rises to the ranks
of politics then.. Love grows
and fearless Lives..
the boy is
now a
Strong man..
and makes a decision
as a leader of the world
that prevents World War III…
Life on the PlanT now iS saved..
So who is the savior.. the boy..
the man.. the girl.. the Loving
wife.. the parents.. the schools
providing education.. the tree
or the little disabled boy
and all the
couple’s
friends
from around the
world.. well the truth
iS aLL they are.. as theRe
is no i.. me but us and we
iN
Savior
oF Life..
Moral of the
story.. water a tree
Of Life and see wHere
iT
grows
neXt
iN ocean
eYes free..
True.. i already make ‘this
story’ but as stories grow meanings change..
A key is never ever to cut them down for every Tree is Life..
Wven when all is left for stump to rest higher resurrecting sprig anew..:)
iN SuMMaRY.. SMiLes Frank..:)
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Thank you, Fred, for the story. I agree with you that they all are the savior.
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Thanks Frank for
Your inspiring poetry
That brought back
The memory of
This Short Story
Too..:)
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Well done.
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Thank you!
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Wow, this is your best poem, in my view – love it!
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I am glad you enjoyed this, Diana!
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I love how you become one with this tree and the new perspective it offers you – a beautiful poem Frank :o)
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Thank you, Xenia! We change perspectives everywhere we look.
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Love how there is still beauty captured in the remnants of death. ❤
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There would be beauty there as well. Thank you, Olga!
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Beautiful words and images 🌹💜
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Thank you! I’m glad you both the poem and the pictures.
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Your image is a poem in itself. Maybe one of your images could go on my photography site.
The rhyme scheme i fun too.
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Thank you, Glenn! I’ll post “Oak Stump” on the site. I am glad you liked the form.
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Simple and yet a powerful message. Dust to dust / ashes to ashes/ pushing up daisies -all come to mind.
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Yes, a change in perspective is how I see it even for the tree. Thank you, Vivian!
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Challenge accepted and completed on Jilly’s blog.☺
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Thank you!
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Tree stumps are always sad. They always look healthy, as if the tree was cut down for no good reason.
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I think this tree was dying, but it might have survived for more years. I don’t know. Thanks, Jane!
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I see sad-looking trees in town with apologetic notices on them explaining that the municipality is going to have to cut them down because they are diseased, but they will be replaced. Sometimes it isn’t disease though, it’s vandalism.
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The village removed trees around our town home for disease purposes. I could see the higher branches no longer had leaves. Vandalism could cause some damage. I wonder if some of it is caused by the exhaust from automobiles. Hybrid cars I understand will be dominant in a few years here, but all-electric or hydrogen vehicles might be a better option.
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Trees certainly don’t like car exhaust. They don’t like fitness fanatics bouncing up and down on their branches either…
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When you mentioned vandalism I thought you meant people carving the barks of the trees. I haven’t seen anyone, even children, try to climb them here or use them for fitness purposes. That does seem like strange behavior to me. Of course as a child I do remember climbing an old catalpa tree on our farm, but we only went up three feet and sat where the tree forked.
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People here can be pretty disrespectful of public property.
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Hmm … never thought of a stump as a tombstone – I like it!
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It was the first time for me as well. It won’t last as long as a stone. Thanks!
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Great poem. I’m always sad to see a tree cut down. When I was a child, a storm split a young Chinese elm tree my mother had planted. My father bolted the two sides together, and so far as I know it still stands some 70 or so years later, at its heart the bolt my father used to rescue it!
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That’s a great story. I would never have thought of doing that, but that should work and more secure than rope around the tree. Thanks, Bev!
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I know the tree was cut down, but I like to think it lived on, in whatever it became next, a loveseat in a beautiful garden….
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I suspect it does live on maybe in ways we can’t even imagine. Thanks, Alison!
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Poignant, and filled with sabi–sorrow for the transience of life. I have to confess, however, that I thought of Sheldon Silverstein’s “The Giving Tree”–especially the final lines, in which the boy (now an old man) sits on the stump.
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I thought of that also as I walked up to the stump. Thanks, Frank!
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Great emotion here in a compressed form – so liked hearing your reading too. The last couplet is a beauty – both mournful and hopeful: may we all find a new perspective on the sky.
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I think we all will. I am glad you liked the reading. I find it easier–sometimes–to understand when I hear something read. Thanks, Peter!
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Marvelous musings and full-circling, Frank! Oh, and thanks for the tip re: the next MTB. I do love a bit of old Geoffrey; will dust off my quill.
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It should be next Thursday although it is still tentative. The rhyme royal does have a pleasing sound. I can see why Chaucer liked it. I will include this poem as a first half for your October collaboration challenge when the post is ready. Thanks, Jilly!
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Oh yeah, and as always, your photos are fabulous!
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Thank you!
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A lovely poem Frank. I particularly like the shot with the hickory nuts. It is so sad when a tree has to be euthanized.
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Thank you, Toni! I am glad you like the hickory nuts. I wasn’t sure what kind of nuts they were.
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All I could imagine was an MRI cross-section of your abdomen, “looking up at the sky”.
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I was going to count the rings. That’s the only thing I can think of to do with a cross-section outside of sitting on it or taking a picture. Thank you, Sabio!
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Lovely piece.
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Thank you!
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I like the style of this poem, Frank. Beautiful, sad tree stumps. Lovely photos!
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Thank you, Sara! I am glad you like the poem’s form.
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Love the poem and pictures!
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Thank you!
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Deeply poignant. Love the form; love the wording. A pause to rest and contemplate through the poems.
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Thank you, Charley! I’m glad you like the form. It is one of my favorites, but I have not written anything in it in years.
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It fit!
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This brought tears to my eyes. I remember the day I saw a weeping willow cut down. All that remains is her stump. I sometimes sit on it and take in the view as if I were her eyes.
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Yes, I was thinking something similar standing by the stump. I also thought of transformation into a new perspective on reality and wondered what that would be like and what the sky would look like from a new perspective. Thank you!
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There are a few people in this world, who sacrifice their whole for the benefit of others.
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I think the best sacrifice is a win-win for both the self and the group since there is no self without the group and no group without those selves. Thank you, Vandana!
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I love your poem and the reading, good voice. The photos tell me that you had a pleasant walk!
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Yes, the walk was pleasant. I am glad you enjoyed the poem, Miriam! Thank you!
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You’re welcome, Frank. Do you do the recording with your phone?
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I use a microphone attached to my laptop. I suspect I could use my phone, but I haven’t tried it. I also use Audacity which helps control the noise level and normalize the sound. That software is free to download and is relatively simple to use.
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Thank you, Frank for the info about Audacity. I have to look it up. I record my singing with my phone for a friend, saved it, then emailed with attachment to him.
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I hate trees being cut down.. we should appreciate and nurture them more…
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This one could have probably lived longer, but it was near the picnic area and its dying branches provided a hazard. In the forest, a few hundred feet away, it would have fallen eventually. Thank you, Sanaa!
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Wow Frank,
“I found the stump, your tombstone, your new mark”. I’ve never seen a stump in that way.
Thank you
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I didn’t either until the thought came while walking to it. I felt like I was walking through a cemetery. Thank you, Ben!
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love the line ‘while dying you were cut’ – its so visceral and evocative. Might have to steal that one at some point! 😉
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You are welcome to use that phrase. I am glad you enjoyed it!
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I like everything about this…I’ll have to take a look at that form as well. (K)
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The Chaucerian stanza or rime royal is one of my favorite forms. It can break down into three smaller poems, the first with three lines and then two couplets, or merge together. I am glad you liked this!
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Death in the woods, with ‘lingering’ evidence. The new norm or just plain old ignorance?
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There are many decaying trees adjacent to this park. There the trees have fallen, often uprooted. There is much evidence. In the park everything is neater and grassy. Thank you!
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We’ve been throwing around this concept of wabi-sabi, and perhaps this is the perfect example of it. Impermanence. Sad, but everything ends. I live in Atlanta which is called the “City of Trees”. Developers are taking them down 100’s of acres a day. It’s tragic. However, we heat with a woodstove , our only source of heat so we look for the wood. Husbanding trees and the landscape is important. That looks like a wonderful place to sit and think, that stump, Frank.
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I think this tree should have been removed especially for safety purposes. I used to burn wood for heat when living in Maine. I would prefer taking wood from an alder coppice. No splitting needed. Cutting them just encouraged them to grow more shoots which in a few years could be harvested again. Plus there were plenty of dead trees in the maple and hemlock forest that could be used. They required splitting. It is amazing today that I don’t even think of the central heating adjusting the temperature of the house except to change an air filter.
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That IS amazing! We bought a splitter last year and we salvaged a lot of downed trees. We should do the same this year but my husband is working too many days and hours. Actually, I am going to try and split some wood this fall. First time using a splitter. Didn’t know that at all aobut alder trees. Don’t have them in the south, I think. maple, oaks, hickory we have and good wood that is. I think we are getting too old to do this every year, but we have the machinery now, and a new chipper. We have a lot of money invested in these things. I love wood heat and we have ONE woodstove that heats the entire house (sorta). the house is constructed openly. But I would love the convience of electric or gas heat. Sigh.
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I’ve helped a neighbor split wood with a wood splitter, but I did not use one of these for my own firewood. Mostly I didn’t need to split the wood since it was already small and fit into the wood cook stove. The hardest part was moving the wood from the forest to the house. I used a garden wheelbarrow along a woods trail. It was one of those carts made out of plywood with bicycle wheels on the side. It worked well, but it took time. The house was well insulated with thermal windows. That helped cut down on the need for firewood. Some old farm houses are very drafty. If you see icicles hanging from the eaves then the roof could use insulation. Those days are long in the past, decades ago, for me, when I was doing forestry work.
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Lovely poem, Frank. Sad and poignant. I like the rhyme scheme.
When a bunch of trees came down at a friend’s house during a tornado, they made the stumps into stools. She has a large backyard that flows into a nature area woods.
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I think they would make excellent stools for years. Fungus would add color to them and younger trees would take their place. Thanks, Merril!
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Thank you, Vivian, for participating in Jilly’s October collaboration with this poem: https://smellthecoffeeweb.blog/2017/10/06/park-shade/
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Thanks, I was needing some existential crisis today 😛 No really though, this was a beautiful poem 🙂
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Nothing like an existential crisis that leads to a new perspective, potentially joyful. Thank you!
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Beautiful poem. I always feel sad when people cut down trees. Most do it without thinking, just because they want more light or don’t want limbs falling around.
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This one probably should have been cut down because it was near the picnic shelter, but it is sad nonetheless. Trees a few hundred feet around it in the forest preserve would have been left to fall on their own. Thank you, Sascha!
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Very well done!
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Thank you, Kathy!
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Thoughtful and philosophical piece Frank.
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Thank you, Paul!
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Nicely put in iamb
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Thank you!
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As sad as this feels, I appreciate how you honor the tree by speaking to it as a being of value with eternal life.
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I think it does have eternal life–as we do. It only changes perspective on death. Thanks, JoAnna!
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❤
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A lovely poem, Frank. I loved this depiction of the trees tombstone.
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The stump does seem like a tombstone. Often a tree falls over uprooted in the forest. Thank you, Robbie!
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What I love about this Frank is the opportunity to look at life from a new perspective. There’s freedom in that, and for me sadness (I felt that as I read your poem). Thank you and blessings! Debbie
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Blessings, Debbie, and thank you!
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I have been thinking about this lovely poem for a while. It started my tumbling around an inverse symmetrical response about different ways trees die. This fit in well with the Wild Prompt by Jilly, but this is what got me started. https://lonagynt.wordpress.com/2018/05/02/btt-31-a-death-in-the-wild/
Thanks Frank. Lona
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I’m glad you like this poem, Lona! This tree was on the edge of the forest preserve shading a picnic area. It does seem like a tombstone with the tree missing its final stage of giving to those around it.
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But it is sweet that those who received its gift of shade have a marker for remembrance in the park.
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It’s a sad remembrance, but they do have that.
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Love the poem…especially the last two lines
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