Look at this paper
Here where you write
Do you stop to wonder
Where it came from?
This is the story of me, a tree.
I've seen many years
Here at the edge of the waters
I watched as a little girl played in the woods.
As birds nestled within my branches
I saw many come and go
But, as I stand here now
Admiring the beauty of the land
I know that soon I will be chopped down and made into the paper where you write.
Author notes
picture by __oich__e_mahrnaay___by_night_fate
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt. by Angelflower.
900 points, ended November 7, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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aww this was a bit sad.. who would have ever really thought about writing for a tree. you did such a wonderful job with the prompt. Thank you very much for sharing. best of luck in the contest.
Angel
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Good
I loves the images you described as you told the tree's memories. -
Great piece
Well-done arboral personification, sad but enjoyable read.
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Very thoughtful.
I lived in Washington state (USA) where logging has been a profession for generations thus leaving the landscape scarred forever in spite of the best replanting efforts. An excellent read and gives one pause as to where our future lies. Happy trails.
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Great poem,
I think this is a great poem, and it has alot to say about how we don't think about the things we use, and what they cost the land we love. Good luck in the contest,
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Superb!
I have had a thought of something like this, but could never pull it off.
You certainly though outside the box on this one.
Congrats and best wishes in the contest.
~ James ~
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Great personification for the picture. Good luck with the contest. C
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