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Trauma New Member
since 2006-11-19
Posts 9 |
Hey, this is just a poem, I wrote a few years ago, for a class, one of my lighter poems  No More There was once a forest It had a bike ramp, endless areas to explore, and a tree house There were once children who played there They had competitions for the best tricks on the ramp, played hide and go seek in the forest, and had many important meetings in the mysterious tree house There was once a bridge over a little creek The children searched for buried treasure in that creek and spent hours fishing for a big catch There was once a field, in the middle of the forest right by that creek, where there were no trees The children played baseball there, using a hat or coat for first, an old stump for second, a little hill for third, and a piece of cardboard for home that they had found there, and every day they assumed it would be there and it always was A Homerun was awarded to those so fortunate to reach the creek but no one ever did Then there was a man called Lundenburg who saw none of this He saw a useless forest and a waste of space He saw the green, but the green of money He saw a land where homes could be Then there was a bulldozer It tore down all those trees where children had once hid The men tore down that tree house where children had secret talks The men filled in the creek and threw the bridge away where children had once fished and searched for treasure They filled the field where children had played baseball, with houses and roads, and took out the stump, the piece of cardboard lost and forgotten And now the child all grown up rides by there every once in a while and stares at the few trees of his forest left untouched and sighs There was once a forest where children laughed and played But it is no more |
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
It tore down all those trees where children had once hid The men tore down that tree house where children had secret talks The men filled in the creek and threw the bridge away where children had once fished and searched for treasure They filled the field where children had played baseball, with houses and roads, and took out the stump, the piece of cardboard lost and forgotten And now the child all grown up rides by there every once in a while and stares at the few trees of his forest left untouched and sighs There was once a forest where children laughed and played But it is no more Siyo Trauma not so light I am thinking,but a measure of mans greed taking not only a treasured place of childrens playing but a part of all our heritage.The destruction of Mother Earth is a sreious thing,the trees are not only homes to many creatures,they are the very air we breathe. This is deeply sad to read,but a very good poem! blessings
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
it is and ever will be in the hearts alive as it was then, and how beautifully you described. Welcome |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Welcome. It's pretty deep and pretty sad. And pretty true. aziza |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
how sad  |
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