The Deceitful Axe Poem by Randy McClave

The forest was disappearing
It's trees were now all gone,
The forest now became a clearing
The oaks proved they were not so brawn.
But, the trees had faith in the axe.

The axe proclaimed it was one of them
Its handle was made of a sturdy wood,
Cleverly it convinced the trees to trust him
They did as they believed and they thought they should.
The trees then did relax

But, the axe's head is made from metal
And coins are made from metal as well,
It's truth would not ever settle
And it's true deception in the end would prevail.
Trees fell, and they now lay in stacks.

Randy L. McClave