They chopped the old tree down today.
The one they said
that got in the way.
The way of what?
Inquired I,
also feeling the cut.
The way of progress.
Came a cold reply
meant to ignore my distress.
So, turning I walked away.
There was simply nothing more
I could do or say.
The ancient tree was already down.
Laying there so still
as if listening to the earth, awaiting one last sound.
I first saw it as a child, by my bedroom window each night.
Like a protecting king always there to gaurd me
from worry and fright.
I cannot recall a time it was not there.
Strong, straight and noble
rising so majestic into the air.
Safe was I, so long as it stood.
For me, from earliest days
it represented all that was pure and good.
Now the tree at last had to go.
The tiny house with my little bedroom window
was demolished years ago.
The old folks are likewise long gone.
That dear tree was the final tune
of my past, sad and melancholy song.
And now even that they've taken to burn.
Leaving no place of wonder at all
for my recollections to return.
So I shall forever leave here and say a last goodbye.
With nothing left at all except memories
flowing with the tears for a tree that I cry.
'I cannot lean so hard on any arm as on a sunbeam.'
- Henry David Thoreau
So touching and beautifully rendered Smoky. It reminded me of a book I once read called the Virgin Suicides. There were 5 sisters who committed suicide one at a time and the story kept going back to the tree in their front yard that had blight and the girls refused to let it be cut down. I'm sure there was some symbolism there that was beyond my understanding but the point is that trees breathe too I suppose. I truly enjoyed this.
This is so beautiful and I also feel the pain of it being cut down....as it was such a glorious tree filled with so many memories~ standing and growing tall without a reason for it to fall....only mankind killing it for progress~ Very sad. but a great poem expressing so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem as lovely as a tree- thank you, Smoky. I hope there is another tree somewhere to give to you those same feelings.