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Cherry Wood |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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Those were the fields once laden with gold we had swept their untold wealth and the trees of scented cherry wood were felled by the lumberman's axe it carved its notch, its sound was understood. Hunter calls dissipated, for the wood is no longer prospectors disseminated, their nuggets they pondered search for clues to the changing status quo hunters and cultivators of visions on the go. A fisherman would catch a fish that speaks animal tending was an affair that looked bleak; the devil's current swept away the treasured fish revolt on the farm exposed the animals' latent wish. Search those fields for gems and precious stones hear the chopping in the woods, I am not alone; in 'The Cherry Orchard', that sound meant imminent social change traditional values would never be the same. [This message has been edited by ecrivan (02-01-2002 11:07 PM).] |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Terrific and true poem, Martin...I really hate it when developers chop down entire forests to build shopping centers or factories...They just bulldoze an entire forest, rather than saving whatever they can. That really makes me mad! and I love your poem!  copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Hi Lyra, and I love those little clip art pieces that come my way, they add to your statements too! this poem digs deeper than just talking on city development though, it refers to the period ushered in by the Bolsheviks  |
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