I just discovered in my files a collection of poems I wrote many years ago and I will be posting some of them in the weeks to come. Here is “Pine Tree RIP” from 1990:
Pine tree, pine tree, standing proud and tall,
thick aged trunk gnarled by time’s passing.
How many winters have you seen?
How many others lost their leaves
when the days grew short and cold
and you stood tall and green?
Pine tree, pine tree, the sky is grey above
as are the times to come.
Far away construction begins.
You can hear the tractor’s din.
And you’re cut down without
notification of next of kin.