A trek in a forest is like a walk in the park
except that there are no benches in a forest
or lumberjacks in the park
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The clearing of a forest is a sapbath
a constrained slaughter
a crime against plantae
planticide
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I sat against a tree’s trunk
wondering about what it had witnessed
throughout its hefty life
what was it going to behold
after I was gone
Life was bustling all around us
obliviously carefree
as it should be
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A short walk through the
pine woods did not reveal a
sole piece of timber
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Enough!
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Fantastic poem! 💙