When All The Wood Is Burned Poem by Stephen Martin II

When All The Wood Is Burned



Wittle away at time
this giant redwood that you lucked upon
in the midst of the evergreens
in the wood behind your home

Watch the carvings
as they form a pile
and remember everyday
that you shaved from this tree

As that mass grows thin
scoop up from that pile
use the carvings to start a fire
sit and tell of days gone by

But be wary not to use all of the shavings
or wear that tree too thin
for when all the wood is burned
your time is done

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success