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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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The trees are cut down and a house is built. The natural landscape is marred. Here, there was once a green grassy field, -- And now, it’s somebody’s yard. The clusters of pine trunks retreat, perplexed, As someone flicks on the switch, And birches wonder, “Who will be next?” And shake with a nervous twitch. Check out my poetry here: |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Hello Andrey.. you speak wise words here.. enjoyed. Happy New Year to you .. RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Yes, Andrey, you speak of a world wide problem. In my part of the world they seem to just fall over on their own. No slow death or twitches. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Your voice is heard, it's high time to unite for the defence of Nature. May people realize that we depend on the trees to breathe. Very good, significant write! Love the personification of the trees. Makes me shiver along with them. Love, Margherita  |
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