One Hack With a Shrill Blade

March 31, 2010
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One hack with a shrill blade,
The old pine’s trip comes to an abrupt halt.
It shrieks and cries,
Throughout the ever enduring
Flight to the cold, hard earth.

A glimpse in the future,
50 years to-date.
It’s now portraying duty,
Essentially the roots of the barn;
Unyielding and ever dependable.

It was the tree’s acquaintances
That were puzzled together
To construct the architecture.
Their entire well being
Rests upon its decaying shoulders.

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