Tree Harvest Day


  • Family

    Tree Harvest Day

    Father and son are working hard,
    Harvesting trees from my front yard.
    Have you ever seen a walking tree?
    They are as noisy as can be.
    The tops sway to and fro,
    as if they're in a big blow.
    It makes me sad to see them go,
    rvrn thow it needs done. I know.
    I think about the birds, squirrels and rabbits,
    and know we're destroying their habitats.
    It's interesting to me to see,
    the way they harvest planted trees.
    It's quite a sight to see tress lumber about.
    As they fall, TIMBER I want to shout.
    It wasn't done on a lark.
    We want our land to be a park.
    We just decided that it was time,
    to get rid of the planted pine.
    I'm glad today is good weather.
    I enjoy watching a family work together.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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