Rootshod Poem by Saiom Shriver

Rootshod



Cut down that tree..
the lumberman cried!
She's so ugly and so slipshod
with her flaky head lost in the sky
and her feet in the filthy sod!
But all who loved her encircled her
and kept her from the axe and the blade.
In the spring a laceleafslip from God
and with deep new roots was she shod.

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to protectors of Mother Earth everywhere
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