Bemoaning The Destruction Of Trees
Regal trunks, strewn,
scattered like bodies on a battle field.
Once majestic providers of shade,
leafy statuesque reminders of God's power.
Forest ravaged by man and metal.
Woods no more,
just rotting limbs
Soon beauty will be replaced by houses,
tarmac will cover the red earth,
money will flow.
Gone the life giving oxygen
to be replaced by
Gone the silence of the
cool, damp shadiness.
Gone the birdsong
and woody scents.
destroyed for mans greed.
no one will remember
that once trees stood here,
majestically holding court.
there may be no more trees.
About the Author: Rose Dempsey has been writing poetry most of her life and has been published in various anthologies, Poetry Now magazine, church bulletins and newspapers. She lives in SC with her husband and a menagerie of goats, chickens, cats, dogs, guinea fowl and a house full of foster kittens