Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 14,212 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Murder In The Old Forest - Poem by Smoky Hoss

As I drove along
One day, singing a merry song
A sight I saw
As a grand old tree did fall,
Causing my joy to cease
At this view of disgrace
The sight by this road
Was a wearisome load,
For timber men did slay
In the usual way;
The beginnings again
Of another arrogant subdivision,
All oh so perfectly planned
Without even one dropp of spiritual consideration;
Murder here was commited in the wise old woods
By the avarice of man
At the blade of an axe - all just to acquire the lucrative goods;
What once was pure and alive
Filled with wonder, life to provide,
Has now been killed by a fall
At the nashing teeth
Of a soulless chainsaw;
Dozers sweep all evidence away
Of the tragedy on this day,
As a grand old forest is once again lost
Obliged to pay the unholy cost
Of human greed,
Disguised as need.

But, I ask you
What can I
One mere man do?
- Perhaps, by way of a simple poem
This tragedy shall become known,
Bringing more to task
As each may eventually ask:
'For the murdered trees does anyone care?
And when they are gone who shall inquire,
Why or where? '

Comments about Murder In The Old Forest by Smoky Hoss

  • Juan Olivarez (1/14/2011 2:44:00 PM)

    I can actually feel the pain the forest feels in your portrayal Smokey, and all for man's insatiable appetites. Great write. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011

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